Cassie stepped back. She had nothing. I kept attacking.
“I’m on contract, anyway,” I said. “I can’t even think about quitting until the end of the school year. If I don’t show up for work too many times, guess what happens?” She didn’t need to. We both knew. “So what do you want to do, hun?” I almost spat. “Do you want me to quit my job and we’ll go live in a trailer park? Where we’re paid shit wages by Amazons who don’t have to see us? Where we’re constantly on the lookout just like we are now, but don’t even have the money or the privacy that we get? Should I just knock you up and keep you safe nine months at a time like your Mom and Dad want? Is that it?”