Davina's POV
We stood outside our building like displaced refugees—a family of four clutching hastily stuffed bags with whatever we could grab.
Mom paced nearby, cell phone glued to her ear, gripping it like some kind of lifeline. Desperation radiated from every word as her voice pitched up and down, begging for help.
I folded my arms, watching her negotiate and plead for shelter. We looked pathetic standing there—homeless with nowhere to turn. The neighbors were definitely staring. They always did.
Calista kept messing with her dress like we weren't literally on the street right now. Dotty just stood frozen, hugging herself, probably wishing the ground would open up and swallow us whole.
Couldn't blame her for that.
Mom suddenly exhaled with relief. "We just need somewhere to crash for a week or two... yes... Oh Billy, you're amazing!" Her voice brightened as she ended the call, grinning.
