The night was shot for me. Once again, I demanded that Stanley drop me home as he was trying to get heavy in the backseat.
He was ticked, but I honestly didn’t care. There was nothing romantic about regret and shame.
I couldn’t get Clark’s cold eyes out of my head. It was driving me absolutely crazy to think that I had hurt him so much.
And poor Mickayla. She had no idea what was going on.
I needed advice.
I needed my dad.
As soon as I got home, I headed straight to my laptop. Mark had assured me that I could call him, day or night, and he’d be there for me. I was counting on that.
Mom was sleeping on the couch, so I was careful not to make too much noise when I tiptoed into the living room to get to the stairs.
Mom snored as I passed the sofa. She must have been extremely tired. S
