Harriet Seabrook had completely washed her hands of her.
Out of options, Brinley dialed Felix Fowler's number. She was truly desperate.
Darleen and Xenia were gone.
She knew that at the very least, they had Susanna's place to weather the storm.
But she... she truly had nowhere to turn.
Felix answered the phone. "What do you want now?"
The man's voice dripped with irritation.
And he had every right to be irritated.
The Fowler family had once commanded a respectable position in Marina City. But because Brinley had provoked Fairfax, their empire was crumbling, on the verge of total collapse.
"I have nowhere to go!" she blurted out.
They had a history, hadn't they?
She had done so much for his family. If he had even a shred of decency left, he would offer her a roof over her head.
"What does you having nowhere to go have to do with me? Didn't you say on our last call that you regretted being with me? That you felt guilty about Faraday? Where's all that guilt now?"
Brinley was speechless.
Hearing those words thrown back in her face felt like a physical blow.
Yes, guilt!
She truly felt guilty towards Faraday Yelchin, and she genuinely regretted getting involved with Felix.
But whether it was guilt or regret, it all paled in comparison to the sheer indignity of having nowhere to sleep.
Brinley took a shuddering breath. "Felix, if you care at all about what we had, just give me a place to stay!"
"My family is about to go bankrupt. Where exactly am I supposed to find you a place?"
He rejected her outright.
Without a moment's hesitation, completely devoid of empathy.
Brinley fell silent.
Her chest felt as though it were stuffed with cotton, aching with a dense, suffocating pain.
"You're nothing but a curse, Brinley. You ruined the Yelchins, and now you've ruined us!"
"What did you say?"

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