CHITO

If staring hard at the words in a letter could change them, I probably-actually-I would most definitely have been a happier person.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard I stared at the caustic words in the letter, foreclosure was foreclosure and that was how it would remain.

Dear Miss. Hernandez,

Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you.

We are taking your house from you.

Worst Regards.

I know, I know, those weren't the words that were typed in the letter but they might as well have been. No matter how much I tried to unread it, it always came out that way in my mind.

I had snatched the letter from Alex's hand yesterday, and stomped into my- his guest room. There, I locked myself inside and made sure no one disturbed me. It was now evening and I was starving. I hadn't tasted a morsel of food since yesterday morning.

My stomach growled noisily. I shook my head, because I didn't want to step out of the room and encounter anyone. I was sure Abigail would have broken down the door if she were around