(Tracey’s POV)
After Lucas’ parents left, neither of us could focus properly on work, so we called it a day and went home as well. I think we were both feeling pretty beat-down by all this.
“That mother-f*cker is like a god d*mn c*ckroach, I swear. Crawling over all kinds of sh*t on his belly, dirty, disgusting, germ riddled, hard to kill, always turning up where he isn’t wanted. F*ckin a*shole.”
I almost laughed at Lucas’ little rant. He was distractedly mumbling those things under his breath as though he didn’t realize he was even speaking. There was a part of me that was happy that he felt that way because I was worried he’d think I was becoming too much to handle. But all his angst was directed at Roger, thankfully.
Then there was the side of me that felt absolutely awful to be pu
