“He left me in charge. Went to see his girlfriend and score drugs,” Tommy said, puffing his chest as if he was a big boy now. “So, you see? Your hopes of someone coming to the rescue are nada, nothing, zip.”
With a satisfied smile, Tommy shut the bathroom door.
Cait listened at the door, her heartbeat thumping so loud, she barely heard his departing footsteps.
If Tommy was bipolar, he was in one of his manic moods, where he thought nothing could stop him.
He might not even need to sleep. He’d obviously been planning this for a while, and probably spying on Glen after his mother died.
It would be icky if Tommy was right, and he was Glen’s father. But then again, if Mrs. Thornton slept with more than one high school student, what’s to say there weren’t more guys who could possibly be Glen’s father?
Cait retched and barely made it to the toilet where she turned her empty stomach inside out, coughing up bitter bile.
