Remy wasn’t home.
For a second, I was sure that she had gone. This was how it was the last time. A conversation and I didn’t see her after. She took nothing.
At 10:15, the door to the cabin opened and she walked in.
I stood from the couch. “Are you—?”
She slammed the door shut. “I’m not late, am I? 10:15. That’s what you said. That’s what I did. Got a problem with that?”
I stepped in front of her, cutting her part to the room. “What’s wrong?”
Her eyes burned with rage as she looked at me. “Move.”
“Did he say something to you? You have to let me know—”
“So what? You give him a good talking down like my dad would?” She cut in. The words had something bristling in my chest but I tried not to show it. “You gotta pick a lane. Are you my father, my sponsor or a man that wants to f**k
