Alaina's POV
Keisha's call came on again—for the sixth time in a row. Her calls were incessant, and it made me feel like she was just outside my hotel room, ready to act like my friend again and beg me. But I wasn't ready for that.
I dropped the phone and went back to work. It was another day of surfing through the web for somebody, anybody, who would be interested in buying my mother's house. It was proving harder than the first time. It was easier to get it done then; I was lucky, but now, luck had long left my side. As each day went by, the chances of getting a buyer got slimmer.
I slumped against the worn couch cushions, and my eyes scanned the endless real estate listings on my laptop screen. Another dead-end lead, another rejection. The frustration simmered, threatening to boil over. Why couldn't I catch a break?
