The Fight Begins

“Where are we going, Collins?”

“It’s a secret.”

Wyoming fidgeted in her seat but did not press Collins for more information. She was surprised when he asked her tonight. They do not usually go out because their finances are tight. And the few times they did, it was always with Connor.

“Relax. We’re not going far,” he told her, seeing her getting all worked up.

“I’m just not used to leaving Connor at night with a sitter. You know how he wanted me to lull him to sleep. I’m worried that he’ll raise h*ll when we don’t come back at his bedtime hour.

“Don’t worry about Connor. He knows Lizzie and he won’t make a fuss.” He assured her.

Lizzie lives next door - a single mother of a four-year-old daughter, Samantha.

“To ease your mind, why don’t you call them?” Collins suggested.

Thinking it was a great idea, she took her phone from her purse and called Lizzie.

“Wyoming? Did you forget something?” Lizzie’s soft voice permeated her ears causing her to feel a little self-con