“Thanks for your help, but I have to get these images edited, Spence.”
He pushes to a stand and adjusts his hat on his head. Blue eyes tighten as he shifts on his feet. “You not going with?”
I can’t look at him when I shake my head.
“Alright. You be okay here by yourself?”
“Yeah, thanks.” I force a smile. He simply nods, tipping his hat, and wanders back to the arena.
I’ll be fine. Because in the morning, I won’t be here.
Something buzzes in the gear bag.
I undo the zipper and pull out Hadley’s phone.
A notification.
As I move to slide it back into his bag, my thumb grazes the screen and the message opens. An email.
From the bank.
I see the wordsmortgageandoverdue.
I try to tap it out on this Android phone of his but must hit the wrong button because a statement snaps up onto the screen.
In glaring bold red print is the number outstanding.
A myriad of dates of missed payments and a line about debt collection.
Second notice.
-$278,098.99
Over a quarter of a million dollars.
Oh, Hadley.
