“Are you okay?”
I smiled at him. “Just tired. I’m going to lie down for a little bit if anyone asks.”
“Do you need anything?”
“No, but thank you.”
I continued on up the stairs to my room. When I unlocked the door and walked in, my shoulders dropped along with mymouth. My clothes were all over the room, in pieces. Someone had shredded everything.
I opened the closet door and found my cut, hanging where I left it. The only part not cut into tatters was the shoulders keeping it on the hanger.
I dropped down onto the bed and held my face in my hands. Jenna had done it again. She had gotten into my room and destroyed my things. There was nothing left.
“Morgan?”
I heard my mother’s voice before I saw her. When she walked into the room, she gasped.
“What happened?”
“Jenna,” I answered with a weary sigh.
“Did she get everything?”
I nodded and stared at the leather hanging in my closet. My mother sat down beside me and pulled me against her.
“Morgan, you have to tell him.”
“I can’t. You heard Freyja; she needs to be here.”
“But she doesn’t have to have free rein of the clubhouse. Morgan, you can’t let her get away with this shit.”
What was the point? Maybe I should just go home now. Jude could come to Virginia when it was closer to the due date.
“I’ll run to my room and grab you something to wear. And we’ll go shopping the day after Thanksgiving.” She looked around at the mess. “On second thought, come to my room. We’ll keep the clothes in there for now.”
“I don’t think I can do this, Mom. I don’t think I can stay,” I admitted when we stepped into my mother’s room.
She led me to the bed, where I sat down. She sat down beside me and said, “If you want to go home, we’ll go home.”
“I don’t want to go home,” I said quietly.
“I know, sweetheart, but he can’t fix anything if you don’t tell him what’s going on. Smashing some bowls and jars is one thing.But to take scissors or a knife to your clothing after breaking into your room. Morgan, she’s escalating.”
“I know.”
“What if you had been in there sleeping when she broke in?”
I knew my mother was right. I didn’t know what Jenna’s story was, but I believed Freyja when she said she needed to be here for now. If Jude kicked her out and something happened to her, I’d never forgive myself.
But if something happened to the baby, I’d never forgive myself either. I’d never be able to live with the guilt.
“Okay, I’ll tell him. But not until after Thanksgiving. I don’t want anyone to know while Dad and King are here.”
“Morgan—”
“I mean it, Mom. It can wait a couple of days.”
“I don’t like this.”
