Asking for a Friend
If I was right, it would mean that there was a good chance Brice hadn’t just lost some money in child support payments, he’d lost everything.
Now I was done with Brice and needed to find Marissa to tell her, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. The party was in full swing around me. People were talking and laughing, drinking and dancing. Strobe lights the committee had brought in were flashing and the DJ was yelling into his microphone encouraging people to, “Party like there’s no tomorrow!”
I pushed my way through the crowd, politely excusing myself from anyone who was trying to draw me into a conversation. I knew a few people had seen me with Marissa earlier, one of them was a woman called Dia
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