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I stopped walking and leaned on the small island. “Did you come here to judge my home, or was there something else?”
She took a deep breath, and patted her helmet hair in place. “I need you to do something for Henry.”
At the mention of his name, I softened. “Of course. I would do anything for Henry.”
“Leave him alone.”
Did I hear that right?
“Excuse me?” Confusion filled me.
“I doubt that a slut like you actually had my grandchild. He was just the lucky rich boy you could pin it on. And as far as he and myrealgrandson, they need a woman with more class, one that exudes charm and beauty. You are a ragamuffin who smells like a wet dog.”
Laughter bubbled out as my confusion gave way to anger. “Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t get to come into my home and insult me.” I pointed towards the door. “Don’t let it hit ya’ where the good Lord split ya’.”
“Fine.” Her nostrils flared as she opened her purse and tossed a fat envelope on the table.
I eyed the envelope and disgust filled me. “You’re joking, right? You think this is the fucking movies? Where you can buy me off? Don’t you think Henry should decide what he wants or needs?”
“He doesn’t know what he needs. Victoria was perfect for him, and they’d still be together had that tragic accident not happened.”
“Are you high?” I let out a sarcastic laugh.
“There’s enough there to keep you and your brat busy.” She glared at me. “Don’t be dumb. Take the money and stay away from my son.”
“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House.”
Her heels clicked as she walked back to the door and left. Turning, I grabbed the trash can, heaving in it.
I felt something cool pressing against my neck and realized Henry was back.
“Go away.” I grumbled.
“Don’t be silly.” He brushed the hair from my face. “Let me take care of you.”
“Are you deaf?” I closed my eyes and reached behind me. “Get out!”
“Miranda?” I could hear the confusion.
“Get the fuck out!” Snapping, I stood up and faced him. “I’m not doing this bullshit again! Get out!” I shoved his chest. “Unless it has to do with the boys, I don’t want to talk to you or see you.”
Running from the kitchen, I locked myself in my private bathroom, sobbing as I messaged Tara.
Miranda
I can’t come in.
I should’ve stayed in Sand Creek
I threw my phone against the wall and cried myself to sleep on the floor.
“Hey!” Tara’s voice came through the bathroom door. “Bitch!”
“Hang on.” I groaned, sitting up. Stretching my body, I reached for the doorknob and heard the lock click.
Tara opened the door and came inside, sitting on the floor. “What. The. Fuck? I found replacements for us and I came here to find you snoozing on the bathroom floor?”
“It’s been a shit morning.” The dogs pushed their way into the bathroom and flanked me. “Henry knows. The boys know they’re brothers. His mother wants me to fuck off and die.”
