Jasmine's POV
The sound of heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs pulled me from my thoughts. I barely had time to brace myself before my bedroom door slammed open.
Christopher stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes wild with fury.
"What the f**k did you do to my mother?"
I opened my eyes. Was I going to let him ruin the rest of my day like this? "Hello to you too."
"Don't." He stalked toward me. "Don't you dare act innocent. She's downstairs bleeding, crying, saying you abandoned her when she needed help."
"She cut herself on broken glass. I cleaned the wound and bandaged it. It should have completely healed by now. Stop being dramatic."
"You left her on the couch."
"Where else was I supposed to put her?"
His jaw tightened. "She's hurt and blind, and you just walked away."
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