Chapter Twenty-four
Wyatt nodded, letting out an irritated sigh. “Yeah, I get it.” She looked up from the checkbook ledger to Faith, who waited patiently for Wyatt’s thoughts or questions she may have. “You must think I’m beyond pathetic.” She tossed the pen down on the desk and sat back in the desk chair, which squeaked under her weight and movement.
“No, baby, I don’t.” Faith reached over and caressed Wyatt’s cheek. “Honey, you were with that controlling bastard since you were sixteen years old. The years you would have been learning to do all this stuff was basically confiscated by him. Hell, the only reason you’re able to drive… Isabelle—sorry, it’ll take me a second to remember you name everything—is because your parents had already taught you how.”
A small smile came to Wyatt’s fa
