I can’t believe it.
I tell myself for the millionth time since we left the police station.
I can’t believe the charges were dropped… And it’s all thanks to Mrs. Geraldine.
Who would have thought that she would defend me against her own niece?! It’s almost inconceivable. But Bethany being who she is, and acting as she does, I guess it shouldn’t surprise me.
“Are you sure you’re ok, Tasha?” Mathieu asks, yet again, his voice full of concern. And yet again, I answer him the same thing I did ten thousand times already.
“I don’t know…” I say, still looking out the passenger window.
“Do you want us to just pack our stuff and go back home?” He asks.
Thinking about it, for a second, I want to say yes, but on the other hand, I don’t want this Bethany ordeal to ruin what was supposed to be
