Over the call, she cried and begged him to come over, saying she was scared and couldn’t bear to be alone.
Without a second thought, Jeremiah tossed me aside and stormed out.
At that moment, I quietly grabbed some clothes and began to pack.
But when I opened the wardrobe, it was filled with clothing tailored for Margaret’s figure. Not a single piece would fit me.
Aside from the clothes I had worn before prison, I had nothing of my own.
Gazing at the wardrobe packed with black silk lingerie, I turned around, grabbed a pair of scissors, and shredded every last piece.
Then I took my box and wheeled myself downstairs.
What I didn’t expect was to see someone completely unexpected.
I approached calmly, a sweet smile on my lips. "Madam, what brings you here so late at night?"
When she saw me wrapped in bandages, his mother, Naomi Ross’s eyes filled with heartache. She rushed toward me, arms halfway open, then hesitated, afraid even a touch might hurt me.
"Lainey, how did this happen to you? Was it that boy did he do this to you?"
I said nothing.
Realizing the truth in my silence, Naomi’s expression faltered, but she still clung to a sliver of hope.