~ Emery ~
That night, Chloe came home late.
I wanted to ask where she'd been, but decided it was best not to.
Especially after our argument earlier.
The next day was Friday, which meant I was taking Donald to Sam's.
I was supposed to do so last weekend, but out of fear, I didn't, which led to him sending a message (since I refused to pick his calls).
A really spine shivering message. And I couldn't risk not taking Donald there today.
That morning, after a shower for myself and my son, I dressed him in a gray tee-shirt and red trousers, while staying casual in the flared purple knee length gown I had on.
“Where are we going?” Donald had asked, but the answer was something I wasn't sure how to give, so I just ruffled his hair and gave his cheek a kiss.
After, we both left to the car
