I’ve spoken to Judd, and guess what? He’s willing to allow you to come back to him. In fact, he is going to meet us today at your place. This is good news. He’s very open to working things out with you.
Everything inside me goes still.
Like someone just hit pause on my entire body.
Then—heat.
Not the good kind.
This is the hot, furious, blinding rage kind.
“She didn’t,” I breathe.
Oh my fuck.
She did.
She absofuckinglutely did!
This woman has no boundaries! And she sure as heck doesn’t even pretend to know me, her own daughter.
I keep reading as I look for my clothes, trying my best not to sob or growl as my Bear threatens to take over.
Mom
He’s ready to forgive you and move forward. This could be your chance to fix things.
Forgive me.
Me?
My vision blurs for a second.
Because I can’t even process how backwards that is.
How wrong.
How absolutely fucked in the head I would have to be to accept his “forgiveness”.
My hands start shaking.
Not from hurt.
Not this time.
From anger.
Pure, unfiltered, how dare you anger.
“Absolutely not,” I whisper, already moving.
I don’t think.
I don’t hesitate.
I just act.
I put my clothes on—whatever I can find—and get dressed as fast as possible, my heart pounding for a completely different reason now.
