Tyler’s Point of View.
I don’t need to hear Charlie’s words to tell that whatever is happening outside this bedroom is bad. His tone of voice has changed from easy-going to strong and commanding.
Claire wriggles under me, trying to get closer.
“I’ve got you, baby.” I say as I pet her hair, attempting to soothe her.
She settles for a moment, then somehow squirms out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“My hand hurts. Gigi is stalking me and I’m tired. I’m tackling this issue head-on.”
I would try to stop her, but the daggers she bore into me with her stare tells me otherwise. Instead, I follow her out to the living room.
Charlie blocks the door with his body while listening on the phone.
“What the hell is happening?”
Her voice is demanding. Something about her ability to be present in
