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“Angela?” His mother asked.

“What’s the matter? Not happy with the idea I’ll be in prison and you’re gonna have the kids the whole time? Going to really cramp your style. You know that, right?”

“I love my kids,” Angela snapped with tears welled in her eyes.

“I’ve done everything I fucking could to be fair about this. And it wasn’t enough for you. I’m done with you ruining my life. Get the fuck out of my mother’s house.”

“Angela, what did you do?” his mother asked.

“I didn’t plan any of this.”

“What did youthinkwould happen?” Mooky demanded.

Her gaze flicked back and forth between them as the tears slid down her cheeks. Her frown deepened.

Slowly, she shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Someone better tell me what the hell is going on,” Mooky’s mother ordered.

“Angela is refusing to divorce me. She now has a cop sniffing around me and the kids.”

“Is that true?”

Angela swiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.” She turned and walked toward the door. Without looking back, she left the house.

CHAPTER 19

Blue

VRRR. VRRR. VRRR.

What in the fucking hell was that?

VRRR. VRRR. VRRR.

Squeezing her eyes, Blue prepared herself to open them for the first time since she cocooned herself in bed that morning. At least, she thought it was still the same day. She’d lost so much time sitting in that stupid jail.

VRRR. VRRR. VRRR.

For the love of all that was holy. She rolled over and slammed her hand down on her incessantly vibrating phone. Her alarm hadn’t even gone off. She still had time to sleep before she showed up at the tattoo shop.

If she went to the tattoo shop. The jury was out on that one.

Party hangovers had nothing on emotional hangovers. Blue had drunk herself stupid on plenty of occasions and regretted it most of the following mornings. Headaches, dry mouth, random bruises accompanied with aches and pains. She knew that all too well, but this was different. She had almost all of those things and something worse.

Her heart had been through the ringer. Her soul ached after being torn in eleventy-five-hundred directions. Being with Mooky always lit her on fire. She came close to the gates of heaven itself when they were together, but at what cost?

The charges called her a prostitute. That would go on her record. She’d have to put that on job applications and explain it. Jail could be in her future.

None of it made her want to face the next day.

VRRR. VRRR. VRRR.

But her damn phone had to keep reminding her life went on.

Squinting in the face of the bright light, Blue checked her cell to stop it from bothering her.

A half an hour left. She could have slept for another thirty glorious minutes. But it was Sarah and she hadn’t lost another day. If she called this early, it was important.

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