Anna's POV

“Fucking you? No thanks. I wouldn't want to add to whatever shit you both are in already.”

He leaned back in his chair momentarily, seeming to get lost somewhere, like he forgot about his reality for a second. He came back to life, then proceeded to ask me the most demeaning question I had ever heard since I was born.

“What do you want, money?” He tapped his fingers on the table, I guess he was having an anxiety attack. Honestly, I loved it but I was too busy getting mad at him for what he said to bask in his pain.

I almost choked at the insult...