A Heart Gone for Good
"Madison, we haven't seen each other in five years! Ever since you saw me, all you've talked about is money. What exactly do you want?"
I helplessly turned to Oliver and offered him the cash instead.
Oliver looked at the grease-stained bills and smacked my hand away.
"You may not have had the elite education Jess grew up with, but at least you used to be a fireworks designer. It wasn't exactly prestigious, but it was decent work."
His gaze swept over the plastic bags hanging from wires, the stacks of cardboard boxes piled in the corner, and the half-empty medicine bottle on the coffee table.
"You're so desperate to sell this act that you're picking used medicine bottles out of the garbage. T