Chapter 58: Early Hopes
"She called for Nick," Jennifer said, her eyes wet with tears as she looked at me. "Her baby. She's delirious with fever and she's calling for her child and he's not here and she thinks he hates her—"
"He doesn't hate her," I said, though I had no evidence for this beyond hope, because I had only seen him once and watched him grab onto his mum, before Sedona shrugged him off and I saw the look of confusion on his face.
That wasn't a child who hated his mum and I refused to believe he was that good of an actor.
"He's six. Six-year-olds don't hate their mothers. They just say things they don't mean when they're upset. And they are also coached to say these things, either by someone they think it's cool without knowing how hurtful words are, because they don't su
