Chapter 17 - Liability
Caleb let himself into his little apartment in Tap Root Hills. It wasn’t much, but it was what he could afford. It was a bit of a haul in Nashville traffic to get to and from work, but it was close to school, a major plus for him.
He peeled off his standard issue jacket and threw it down on the futon sofa that was still laid flat because it doubled as his bed. He’d put the jacket away later, before class. Right now, he needed food.
From the fridge, he took out sandwich fixings and put something together from what he had. He’d been meaning to go to the store, but the weekend had been shot through after the fallout over Sheila Ford disappearing. He was lucky he still had a job. There hadn’t been time to do any shopping once the week got rolling. Maybe tomorrow after
