a few days later
Jamie had actually grabbed his few belongings and left the motel for good. Since then, he and Daphne had been living together in her apartment, and so far, things had been going really well. Jamie was very happy and everything felt new and exciting, yet also safe and intimate. He felt like he finally belonged somewhere.
And that was probably why he started getting a little careless. Besides working as a waiter and spending time with Daphne, Jamie was still secretly selling crack for Mr. Harris. Whenever he did, he’d put on his running gear and pretend he was just working out a lot. But the night before, he’d been handed a particularly large batch at the drop spot at Enzo's. He’d only been able to sell part of it right away. The rest he’d had to take back to Daphne’s apartment.
One of the small packages of “rocks” he was selling was still tucked into the inside pocket of his running jacket, the one he’d carelessly thrown over a kitchen chair when he got home. Right now, Jamie was in the shower, supposedly washing up after his workout. As usual, he’d left his running clothes scattered all over the apartment. And because Daphne was an absolute angel, she didn’t complain, she just decided to gather his running things and toss them in the laundry while he was in the shower. Unfortunately, before Jamie could even come back out of the bathroom, the fairly large package of crack was going to slip out of the jacket and fall right in front of her… /@daphneharris
