32
Aribel
“I spoke to my uncle.”
“Good,” I said softly.
I’d been trying to remain calm, but my hand had been itching to call the cops all afternoon. I knew Grant didn’t want me to. I also knew he didn’t think logically or rationally about anything regarding his father. I didn’t want to go against his wishes before he got back to me though, so I held off.
“What did he say?”
“He’s going to get ahold of my father and try to meet up with him. I think he’s starting to understand how much I want to f*****g steer clear of him. My father is a determined man, but I think my uncle can talk some sense into him.”
“Okay. Do you know when that’s going to happen?”
“Hopefully today or tomorrow. I think it’ll get him out of Princeton for some time so you won’t have to worry.”
I blew out a breath.
