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Drew

My eyes opened, and my whole head pounded with each beat of my heart.

My eyes started to drift closed once again, but the sound of Aspen’s raised voice had me sitting up in her bed, naked and still extremely tired.

We’d had a long night, and I was not complaining.

I’d do it all over again. I just wished she’d learn to sleep past nine in the morning.

“What do you mean?” She asked quickly. “I didn’t change my account number!”

Her reply was near hysterics. “I need that money! I did not change my account number; I can vouch for that right now.”

“No. Yes. No. You’re shitting me,” she hissed. “What are you saying, that you let my fake husband change the account number? How is that even possible?” She hesitated. “No. That is my social security number, and no I don’t know how he would have gotten it. That’s ridiculous.”

I walked out of the bedroom with only a pair of underwear on.

“Ewwww!” Attie called loudly. “Put some pants on, Dad!”

I looked down at my underwear, then sighed and turned to head back to the bedroom, all the while wondering why girls had to be so sensitive.

Grabbing a pair of athletic shorts, the ones I’d worn the day before on my run that were now laundered, I slid them up over my legs and walked back out. Just as clothed now as I’d been thirty seconds before.

“Happy?” I asked her.

She smiled from her position on the couch.

“Yep,” she confirmed.

“What are you doing here instead of at school?” I asked her.

She smiled brilliantly.

“Today’s a snow day,” she pointed at the window with excitement.

I went to the door and groaned when I saw the entire yard, as well as all the other surrounding yards, covered with another layer of snow.

“What the fuck is going on with this fucking state?” I muttered darkly, really not pleased that I would have to work in this shit in about two more hours.

“Some people are saying it’s the El Nino effect; according to the weatherman, it’s just a winter storm.”

Ignoring her, I walked over to where Aspen was bent over the kitchen table, her computer in front of her.

She was no longer on the phone, and her head was hung like she was contemplating her life…or murder. I wasn’t really sure which one at this point.

My guess would be murder.

Lucky for me and Danny she was stuck in the house. For now.

“I think it’s time to get a lawyer,” I murmured from behind her.

She jumped, a glass of some sort in her hands.

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing at it.

She got up and started pacing.

“It’s a bottle. Water bottle to be specific. The review for this is going on my blog today,” she explained, her teeth worrying her lip as she spoke. “And I know I need a lawyer. I just don’t know what the hell I’m doing right now.”