Jasmine

Things had been strained in the house since Layla’s return. I had considered blowing off work the next day, but I couldn’t do that to my employees. I knew they would worry too much and that was enough to have me getting up and going in early. I had even beat Ryan there because I simply didn’t want to be under the same roof as my mother.

I was sporting a bright red handprint across my face that makeup hadn’t fully covered. When Michelle saw it, she was livid, and it had taken a lot of convincing to stop her from

stalking across the street and giving Mother a piece of her mind.

“I’m fine and she isn’t worth it,” I’d lied.

I knew Michelle needed the job and there was no doubt in my mind that Layla would fire her on the spot if she spoke up or caused trouble.

Sage didn’t return after school and when things died down early again, I didn’t dare close even a seco