I gather the last f*****g strength I had left, my hands trembling, as I scroll through the contacts on my phone. My heart races, pounding against my chest, as I search for Trudy's number. I don't even know if she knows that I’m alive.
The memories flood my mind, threatening to drown me in a whirlpool of pain and confusion. I need answers, and if anyone knows the truth about Jason, it would be Trudy.
With a deep breath, I press on her number, my finger hovering over the call button. But fear grips me, and I decline the call as soon as it starts ringing. I'm not emotionally ready to talk to her.
I sigh, my frustration mounting. Trudy was the one woman my father loved and trusted, but I don't. I don't know her, and I don't want her to be part of Rosie’s life or mine. Lucy is an evil f*****
