Chapter Eighteen
Billy Jo wondered about that hollowness in the pit of her stomach. It had filled her chest, leaving her feeling tired and questioning every one of her choices, all because a woman who should have loved her hated her.
How could someone have that kind of power over her?
That was the one question that ran through her mind as she sat in silence after telling Mark to go. She took in the cold pizza and the wine that was calling her, but instead she yanked open the fridge and pulled out a jug of orange juice, then poured a glass before dialing her phone.
She wanted some alone time. She took in Harley nestled on the chair by the window, curling up as the sun was beginning to set.
“Chase McCabe.”
Her dad’s voice on the phone grounded her. Just hearing it had tears burning her
