Chapter 58
Arlo My mother was a scary person when she got angry. I could always tell when she was in a bad mood. The warning signs were easy to read. Fast pacing around the house, firetruck-red cheeks, nostrils flaring. Oh, and the tears. “The tears of doom,” Kane would call it. That’s when you knew she was about to go mad bonkers. The three of us avoided any confrontation with mom to keep her happy. Because even at a young age, we knew when to shut up when a woman has reached her limit. That information has always stayed with me. So, I know I have to be very smart about this situation. The situation being my mate bashing Louisa’s head on the floor of Blair’s kitchen. There’s a small amount of blood smeared on the tile close to Louisa, but I’m not sure if that’s from her head or her nose. It
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