"Danna must be desperate. That little apartment I mentioned—it may be small and a bit old, but it's fine as a temporary place to crash. Better than squeezing onto some awful bus. I'll give you the key now if you want."
Her words made it sound like I had sunk so low I needed her to graciously offer me a kennel to crawl into.
Kervin, hearing this, only grew more self-righteous. "See how kindhearted Rosalie is? Don't be ungrateful."
"Just take the key and stay there. Better than wandering around pointlessly—and it'll make it easier for you to save us those library seats."
Watching the two of them sing their little duet, whatever faint trace of hope I still held for him finally went cold.
I forced a thin smile. "No need. I have somewhere to go."
"Somewhere to go?" Kervin's brows furrowed even tighter, disbelief etched across his face.
"Where could you possibly go? You don't have any relatives or friends around here."
"Home," I answered evenly.
"Home?" He let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You didn't get a ticket. How are you going home—flying?"
Maybe his words were meant as nothing more than angry sarcasm.
But I nodded seriously.
"Mm. I'm flying back on a private jet."