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simultaneously. “We thought you were Liam,” Walker sighed.
    The moment that name was hanging in the air around us, the room fell silent, the atmosphere thick and stifling. “I’m so sorry, I––”
    “No need to apologize, cuz. Coffee?”
    Walker made his way to the kitchen after his question was answered by the insistent nod of her head, and I rounded the table to take up the unfilled seat next to our guest on the couch.
    “So, this is big, girlie,” her endearment prompted a snort from me. My teeth were sheathed by my lips while my lingering inspection remained firmly on the edge of the coffee table. She must have picked up on my reticence because it was the warm, encouraging hand on my knee, as she asked, “How are you feeling?” that finally drew my vacant gazing towards her.
    For the first time since walking back into this apartment, my little fluffy cloud dispersed from underneath me and I crash-landed back to reality. Elbows braced on my thighs, I filled my lungs and buried my face in my hands. “I feel completely deserted.”
    “Deserted? Kady, you’re far from deserted, you have me and Walker––”
    The strength bared through my arms was lost; I let them crash under the burdening weight as my face was freed from clammy palms. “But no clothing, no phone, no home, no money––” forcing myself to peek up, I sighed and shook my head. “Laurie, everything I had was bought with Liam’s money. I have nothing , nadda, zilch. I have no idea what’s going to happen with Ent-icing considering it was his money that got it started…”
    “That’s not entirely true,” my ears were caressed by a pleasant brogue yet left me internally burning with consuming guilt. For fuck sake… Walker already felt like a failure, that I knew, and now he had just heard how I truly felt. He set the mugs on the old, rickety table between the couch and the old chair, opposite.
    His notifying me of my awaiting Irish coffee fell on deaf ears. “What do you mean, ‘not entirely true’?” I asked, my voice teeming with wariness while my gaze swept from an almost naked Walker, to a rather morally-torn Laurie. Walker’s level of security while standing in his apartment, sporting only a towel with his scars on full display in Laurie’s presence, was a fleeting contemplation as curiosity got the best of me.
    “Kady,” springs in the sofa reverberated when Laurie shimmied to perched herself on the very edge of the cushion. “Do you remember who used to do the books for Ent-icing?”
    In hope to grasp at another loose end of a finely woven memory, I strained my mind to catapult me back. “Umm…” wrinkles deepened and spanned across my brow as I scowled into oblivion with a faint shake of my head. “I–I can’t…it’s the little things I just can’t…I…”
    “It was my Da.”
    “Carriag?” I sighed, fighting yet losing battle against the hazy sections of my memory which refused to be recalled. “I don’t understand; what’s this got to do with anything?”
    To my right, a loud intake of air sounded. When I turned to face her, she was hooking her lengthy red bangs behind her ear and swept her tongue over her glossy lips. It was obvious that she was warring with some part of herself, too, with her jaw continuously dropping, and freeing only silent words. “Each week when Carriag sorted the books, several hundred dollars would go unprecedented and would be put into a private account where no one knew anything of its existence.”
    What the fuck was she talking about? Wait…wasn’t that a form of embezzlement? Jesus Christ, thing were going from confusing to unrealistic within seconds. “Laurie, no offense, but what the fuck are you saying?”
    “She’s saying that if you’d decided to leave Liam, you wouldn’t be stranded because a safety net was created for you, darlin’. Using money that there’s no record of, so there’d be no ramifications.”
    At that point, I was merely sitting on that