Quinn rolled back to Susan''s crib, her mind buzzing about how to track down Sean. Technically, she''d already found him, so she should probably bounce. She whipped out her phone, mulling over how to drop the resignation bomb on Susan, especially since she''d only been there for a hot minute.RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    Sure, she could just ghost, but that felt kinda shady. Plus, what if she needed toe back someday?


    She decided to spill the beans to Susan after she met up with Sean.


    With that n in mind, she hit up the supermarket while Sprout was still catching Z''s and stocked up on enough grub for a couple of days. It was cool out, so the food wouldn''t go bad. Later that evening, when Susan rolled in, Quinn asked for some time off.


    "Got something to handle?" Susan asked, curious about how often Quinn would need to dip out. After all, Quinn had said she was here to study, and bailing all the time wouldn''t look good. Quinn had already cooked up an excuse. "I gotta pack up my stuff. My old rental''s about to expire."


    Susan nodded. "Got it. Need a whole day off?"


    "Yeah, if that''s cool?" Quinn asked.


    Susan checked the time on her phone. "Can you take the day off the day after tomorrow? It''s the weekend, and I''ll be around."


    Quinn hesitated, wanting to find Sean ASAP. But seeing the hopeful look in Susan''s eyes, she caved.


    "Sure," she said.


    Susan grinned. "Awesome, it''s a n. I really dig you, and your cooking is on point."


    "Thanks," Quinn replied, smiling.


    Susan gave her a sympathetic look. Quinn was so young but already a single mom with no ce to crash.


    "If you need any help, just holler," Susan added.


    Quinn was taken aback. She''d only known Susan for two days, yet Susan was being super nice. Was she just a good person, or did she have zero defenses? "Thanks, Susan," Quinn said.


    With Susan being so chill, Quinn felt even more guilty about bailing suddenly.


    After dinner, Susan went to work in her room. Quinn took Anna to her room, fed the baby, and got ready to head out.


    But Sprout, chilling in the stroller, was staring at her and babbling, waving his little arms like he wanted to tag along.


    It was freezing outside; Quinn didn''t want to drag him out.


    He kept babbling, and when Quinn ignored him, he cranked up the volume and started wailing.


    Quinn sighed and picked him up. The moment she did, he went quiet, like she''d hit a mute button.


    She bundled him up in a nket and headed out.


    Knowing the way, she made it to the vi. She looked up and saw it was pitch ck inside, like nobody was home.


    She stood there for a sec. Just as she was about to bounce, she heard a door creak open.


    She turned and saw a nannying out to dump the trash. Quinn quickly ducked behind some bushes.


    Sprout made a few cooing sounds. She shushed him, and miraculously, he seemed to get it. He stared at her with big eyes and sucked on his fingers.


    Quinn peeked out and saw the nanny lugging a trash bag. She opened the iron gate and headed for the trash bin across the street.


    Quinn stood up and slipped inside the vi.


    It was dark, with just one room at the far end lit up. Even the living room lights were off.