Three hours later, I hear a knock on my door. I quickly tossed my chip bag on the other side of the bed and stood up, my heart beating hard as I stared at the door.Is it Mathis?Did he find me?I feel myself starting to have a panic attack, grabbing my chest, and I try to remind myself to breathe slowly. I needed to go, I shouldn't have stopped, I should have just kept driving. I thought I was safe, I'm states away from Mathis, three states, and a long way from Washington. I thought I ran far enough away. I thought he wouldn't be able to find me here. I was careful. I used cash; I left my cell phone at home; I changed my hair, and I'm not wearing my glasses anymore. “If you ever embarrass me in public again, Mia, I will fucking kill you,” his threat playing inside my head like a broken record.“It's your fault that I hurt you. If you listened and be a good wife, I wouldn't get so upset, baby,” he whispered before kissing my broken fingers he slammed in a door when I couldn't tell h

I shared the good news with Vickie when I got back to the hotel. She was excited for me before informing me that she had complete faith in her grandson. I didn't bother to tell her about Beth. I knew that if I did, she would have told Conor about it, and I didn't want to be the reason that Beth gets in trouble even if she does deserve it. Jonas and Vickie invited me over for supper last night, and it was delicious. Vickie really knows how to cook. I offered to help with the dishes once we were done eating, and I had accidentally dropped one of her pretty purple plates. Sweet Vickie, of course, knew what I was about to do and quickly assured me it was okay, and she had plenty of other dishes. She wouldn't miss the one. She then grabbed my hand and led me out of the room after Jonas offered to clean the broke pieces off the floor. I'm now standing in front of the door of the Sleepy Sheep again, trying to gather the courage to walk inside and not look like a scared mouse this time.

Conors P.O.V.I heard my door being pushed open and thinking it was Mia; I looked up, sighing in frustration, and saw it was my ex, my Sydney, and my son Johnathan, walking into my office, Sydney wearing a pissed off snarl on her lips.“So you're fucking your employees now, huh?” She demanded, put her hands on her hips. “I can't believe you. Is this the type of behavior you want your son to learn?”“Sydney, I suggest you stop talking like that in front of my son. I have already warned you. You shouldn't be using that type of language around him, his too little,” I growled, my frustration online growing.I already have to deal with a woman who doesn't even belong in a bar. She is much too sweet, and much too innocent to deal with the drunken assholes that wonder into my bar. Now, my ex-wife wants to throw around her attitude, hurling accusations like she has a right to know who I'm fucking or who I'm not fucking, and she is doing that in front of my son. Like always.I swear she was t

“What's wrong?” He demanded as soon as his eyes landed on my face, worried face.“Nothing. How did you find me?” I asked him, as I looked around his body, not understanding what could bring him to my motel door this late, and then I saw the pizza box. “I'm confused,” I whispered. “Are you having dinner with your grandparents?” “No, I actually stopped and grabbed the pizza for you,” he shrugged. “I went to pick up my son from his mother's house and the bitch wasn't there. I called her five times and each time she forwarded my call, and I'm trying to take my mind off doing something I shouldn't do, which is taking my son from his mother. So, instead of doing that, I figured you would be tired after your first day and grabbed pizza,” he informed me and held up the delicious smelling pizza box. “I didn't know what you liked, so I got half pepperoni and half supreme.”“You're here to give me pizza?” I asked, even more confused than I just was, and wrapped my arms around my belly.“Yeah,”