Adrian.
The urge to ignore the call was heavy. I had just spent the last couple of minutes getting yelled at, and I didn’t fancy another scolding.
But I knew she wouldn’t give up so easily. Why heap another thing to hear her nag about when I could just deal with it right now?
I picked up the call, keeping it as far away from my ears as possible.
"Tell me that is not you—that I am seeing things. Tell me that they have you mixed up and that it’s all one big misconception," she started out in a surprisingly calm tone.
"They are right, baby. I did have the three of them. But what everyone is keeping from the press is that I was deceived. I was drugged. I was taken advantage of," I explained, thinking she was heading for a cool-headed conversation.
I was wrong.
"In our house?
