Sabrina
“Baby, quit lookin’ at me like that. I’m not gonna fuckin’ hurt you,” he said, his tone one of exasperation. “I’m not in the habit of hurtin’ women. No matter who they are or what they’ve done.”
“Even Maria?”
“Why the f**k would I want to hurt Maria, god rest her soul?”
I shrugged. “A lot of people were mad at her at the end. I just figured after the letter, you’d be pissed.”
“I’m more confused,” he admitted. “But we can sort that out once your nephew’s home safe, okay?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Now, send me that information,” he demanded, handing me back my phone.
It didn’t take me long, and I set my phone on my kitchen island. “What are you going to do?”
“Better you don’t know,” he said, his fingers flying over his phone. “How did your sister OD? Heroin?”
“Sort of,” I
