Chapter 12: Can't Even Afford Food

(Aline POV) I was awakened by an itchy, uncomfortable irritation. I lifted the thin blanket and found red rashes on my arms. The sheets in this small motel probably hadn't been changed in a month—who knew how many bacteria and dust mites were on them. But right now, I had no right to be picky about such things. I scratched the itchy spots vigorously, then picked up my phone from the nightstand to check the time—10 AM sharp. The screen showed seven missed calls, all from Rhea, plus more...