Chapter Eighteen
Tiffany
“You didn’t see him, Mom. I’ve never seen him so mad.” I’d never seen Jasper mad at all. “He even cut off his beard. It makes me think he’s devising a plan.”
“A plan to do what?” Mom asked as she got out of the car, and we headed inside the café.
“A plan to take Jasmine away from me.” I shuddered as a chill ran through me with the thought.
Mom grimaced. “Don’t even talk like that, Tiffany. Can’t you make him see that you made a mistake and that you’re very sorry? Let him know that you won’t keep Jasmine away from him. You can share her.”
“It’s just that I don’t know why he shaved his beard off. Is he trying to look like a respectable man or something?” As we got into the café, the other workers were busy doing not only their jobs but those of mine and my moth
