Chapter 8
John dug his fingers into the armrest as he glared after Cassie’s retreating figure. So what if he was a little tired and out of sorts? Sarah didn’t like him when he was in this mood, so he’d come straight home, something he’d stopped doing in the last few weeks. Maybe Cassie was right. He didn’t want to be alone, but he didn’t want comfort from her either. He didn’t even know why he’d spoken to her.
What did she know about him or how he felt about anything? She’d shown up a decade later in his life looking like hell, and with a kid who was in danger. He knew little of how she’d ended up at this point in her life. Then again he knew nothing about her, period. He’d spent his youth nearly obsessed with her, and as it turned out, he had never even known her.
She had told them not
