His mom?
Iris wrapped her hands around his shoulders and tugged him away.
“Come on, sweet boy, time for bed,” she chimed, and he smiled up at her before casting one last look at me.
“Please?”
I swallowed. “Let me look into it,” I told the kid, having no idea where to even start with his request. I hadn’t even thought about his mother, which was stupid. Obviously, he had one…
Immediately after Iris took Caleb up to bed, I made a beeline for the main floor bathroom. I flicked on the light and immediately groaned out loud.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I had a massive shiner coming in from where Cal had hit me. I couldn’t look like I had just gotten the shit kicked out of me when I was running a funeral service the following day!
“Shit!” I exclaimed out loud, leaning on the sink and poking at my tender cheek, which was already turning black and blue from where Cal’s fist had connected with my face.
I was in full-blown panic mode. People were going to talk for sure… How would I get this covered up? I didn’t have makeup that worked on living people. Everything I used on my clientswas designed to sit well on cold skin. It wouldn’t work on my face.
Should I ask my mom for makeup or something?
I ran my hand down my face and winced in pain as my palm passed over the bruise.
Don’t ask me why I was more concerned about what people would think than the reason I had the damn bruise in the first place.
I had clearly lost my fucking mind.
Suddenly, my pocket started vibrating.
What now?
If Theo got her ass kicked and needed me to come patch her up, I was going to lose it. I had my hands full enough as it is without taking care of someone who voluntarily got their face beat in every night…
Unknown:
Ginger snapppppppp. I fucked up. I’m so sorry.
My blood turned ice cold in my veins, and my hand began to tremble.
No. Absolutely not.
This asshole needed to get OUT of my life! I never wanted to see him ever again. This was too much. How had he gotten my number? Jesus fucking Christ… now I was going to need to get a whole new phone plan…
I made my way to the front door and peeked out the window. It was dark out, but from where I was standing, I couldn’t see a Bentley or that crazy SUV he had been driving earlier. I checked that the front door was locked before making my way to the back.
His cars weren’t there either. I locked that door as well before methodically checking each of the windows.
Unknown:
Ginger snap, answer me. I said I’m sorry.
Unknown:
Can I come in?
Unknown:
I need to talk to you about the kid.
