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I could stare at her with Graham for hours and never tire of it. She smiled as she gazed at Graham, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I guess I had thought my mom would stop by." Nikki had tried several times over the last few years to get help for her mom, but Nikki couldn't force Tabitha into treatment, regardless of the number of carrots she had dangled in front of her. Nikki had believed the birth of our son-her mother's only grandchild-would get Tabitha to surface, even if it was just briefly. I'd done my best to keep her from getting her hopes up without being blunt, but clearly, a child never wants to stop believing in their parents, not even as adults.

Tora lounged across the overstuffed couch in her and Jax’s cottage, the scent of pine and freshly brewed tea drifting through the open windows. Sunlight danced along the floorboards, catching on the ends of her dark hair as she held the phone to her ear with a lazy smile. “I’m still alive, Mom,” she said with a smirk. “Against all odds.” Tabby’s voice crackled through the speaker, warm and full of dry humor. “You say that like I’m supposed to be surprised.”

I have not been able to reply to him because there is nothing I can do if I do not agree, I will go and I will still go to him. And because of that I feed Tabi for lunch and make her take her medicines before she falls asleep, and wake up at 3:22 pm. “Tabi, Mommy will just go to work, you should behave with Tata and Toto ah” I said while putting all of my things in my bag. “Ok Mommy” she said and wink at me, I smiled at her before I kissed her cheeks and left the condo. The two adults inside were still awkward towards each other. I just hope that they are fine.

I tell her. “So you are off visit Max’s family next?” Tabitha asks. “Yep,” I answer. “Don’t wear a bikini,” Tabitha tells me. “Max has grandchildren who are techincally older than you and not as well. Fuck it Mom did you have a baby?” I laugh, “I did have a baby.” “Then why the hell do you look like you just walked out a magazine?” Tabitha looks annoyed. I laugh harder, “Tabitha thank you.”

Damon The video chat with Tabby’s father was fucking awful. The man is from Russia, and not only was his heavy accent hard to understand, but he threatened me at least five times that if I hurt his daughter, he would cut out my heart, roast it over a fire and eat it in front of my entire family. But Tabby just laughed the entire video call, ensuring I nodded at the correct times but met her father’s approval. He has decided to let Tabby stay for now, but he wants us to come for a visit to New Jersey in the near future.

I tried to steady my hands as I kept my eyes on the tablecloth. "You don't look so happy," Claudia pointed out. The table went silent. "Don't tell me, you think you're better than carrying my son's pup," Tabitha hissed. "No! That's not it." "Then what is it then?" Claudia asked. "The process of making the baby wasn't fun for you," she taunted. I flinched, and the blush that rose to my cheeks was caught immediately by my mother-in-law and stepmother. Tabitha's smirk widened. "Oh, look at that. The poor thing's embarrassed that she liked being my son's slut."

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

Everyone in the station stopped what they were doing and exchanged complicated looks. If they hadn't seen it firsthand, they would never believe a parent could be so callous. It was about my death, but she brushed it off as a joke. Slouched casually, she toyed with a lavish ring on her finger—something I'd toiled extra shifts for six months for. She'd spotted it in the mall and threatened to kick me out if I didn't get it for her. "Anything else?" she asked. "I've got a spa appointment this afternoon. Don't waste my time."

“I never did. Not because you were evil. Or he was naive. But because I had to obsess over him, to protect him from you.” “Shut the fuck up!” I yell. But he focuses on Mom, tucking himself in. “Now, Demoness. You’ll tell me what I need to know. Your occultic affiliates, the names of the eight men who broke Camilla. And if you don’t…” Occultic what? Who the fuck is Camilla? What the hell does Mom have to do with this? A scornful smile I’ve never seen curves Mom’s lips. “All bark and no bite makes Tristan a madman. Oh, I forgot they called you Mad-bishop. A man of God who sold his soul to the devil.”

His arrival would serve as a hard slap in the faces of all these idiots. Seeing my silence, they assumed I was scared. Candice, ever so eager to pounce at any chance to mock, charged forward again. "Mr. Hoffman, just look at how shameless this pair of mother and daughter is. First, the brat claims you're the dad, and now the mom's putting on a mysterious act. "They have utterly rotten morals. If we don't teach them a lesson, it'll tarnish our kindergarten's reputation if words get out!" Harvey straightened his tie and assumed a cold bearing.