Chapter Fifty-Nine
Michaela
Once inside, Moira hugged me. “I’m so proud of you. That was badass.”
My body vibrated. I’d never liked the adrenalin from conflict. Made me shake. Twisted my gut. Growing up with my mother had exposed me to a ton of it, so I didn’t cry anymore, but I still hated it. Later, I’d be wrung out.
“I hope our voices didn’t wake Matthew.” Concerned, I crossed the house to check on him. His door was still closed. I snuck it open and heard little boy whistle snores.
Thank God.
We were the only people inside, so Marco and Francesca must’ve left without saying goodbye. Didn’t blame them when his mother was in a mood.
“We should grab our purses and coats. Nothing else productive will happen tonight.”
“You don’t think we should wait to hear what they say?”
“I think
