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Hope you enjoyed the free ride. Because it’s over.
A wave of hot, bright anger washes over me, and I growl. “That fuckingbitch.”
“Whoa,” Kari breathes.
Allyson and Sam gape at me.
“Did you just curse?” Kari continues.
I keep staring at the texts, rage building inside me. Absolutely nothing she’s done has been out of love for her daughter. Nothing. And the fact that she sent this tells me she’s still got someone watching the house. Which is frightening and disgusting in equal measure.
“I hate her,” I seethe. “I hate her fucking guts.”
Kari nods appreciatively. “Okay. I like where this is going. This is better than crying.”
“Amen,” Allyson agrees. “But who do we hate?”
I hold the phone up for them to read. “Lauren.”
They’re quiet as they read the texts, then they explode into righteous cries of indignation and fury.
“What thefuck?” Kari demands.
“She really just sent that,” Sam says.
Without a word, Allyson stands and walks to the hallway, then returns with her laptop.
I narrow my alcohol-blurred eyes at her. “What are you doing?”
“Y’all know what my job is, right?”
“Glamorous Black Goddess?” I guess.
She laughs. “Close. I run a private investigation company.”
“Wait. Youwhat?” Sam’s eyes are round.
“You never told us that!” Kari accuses.
Allyson flashes a predatory smile. “You never asked.”
Chapter 38
Ansel
There is absolutely nothing worse than seeing your daughter cry.
Actually, I take that back.
It’s bad to see your daughter cry. But it is gut-wrenching to know that you’re the reason she’s crying.
“Does she not love us anymore?” Rosie’s tear-filled eyes look up at me as I tuck her into bed.
I managed to distract Rosie from the fact that both ElodieandCleocatra weren’t around all day, but now that it’s nighttime, all bets are off.
“Of course she still loves you,” I tell her softly. That’s not the problem.
“Us, Daddy. Does she still loveus?”
