I don't call my Mom.
I'm silly for even thinking about her like that. It's nothing but a big coincidence.
My mother is the most sophisticated woman I know, and she loves her kids more than life itself. She'd literally die for any of us.
So I push the thought away as soon as it clicks in my head.
I check my phone schedule as I walk upstairs to the bedroom. I have a meeting with Gabriel, a lunch date with Dana, dinner at home, and I promised Archie that I would spend some time with him.
But my body wants to do none of that. I'm tired all the damn time. I want to be out of town, away from all this craze.
I don't want to raise my child here. I can't let my baby's childhood be filled with monsters.
Krystal is seated on the bed texting someone. She has a new phone. I guess we have B
