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I glance at her. “What did she say?”

“Nothing yet. It doesn’t appear she’s seen it.”

“Do you know when she’s supposed to get back?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I think she said she’d be gone a week, but I don’t know if that was exactly or approximately or what.”

I nod.

“I guess all we can do is hope she comes to her senses,” I say.

“There might be something else going on,” Ryleigh points out. “Something we don’t know about, you know?”

Like a child back in L.A.

One she never talks about.

And it’s not my place to spill those beans.

There has to be a reason she keeps her son a secret, and until I find out what it is, I have to keep my mouth shut.

Chapter6

Taryn

The pictureof Callum getting his dick sucked seems to mock me.

I stare at it on the flight to Albuquerque, trying to wrap my head around how I’m going to handle this. He always threatens to cheat, especially when I’m going to be gone for a week, but I didn’t think he actually went through with it. And while I don’t give a shit what he does—the more he gets it elsewhere the less he’ll demand it from me—I do worry about diseases.

And of course, the money he gives me for Toby’s treatment.

If he falls for someone else and dumps me, I don’t know if I can get the money together quickly enough to keep Toby in the program.

When I found out I was pregnant, my boyfriend Trevor wasn’t happy. His parents told me they wouldn’t give me a dime until after the baby was born and we got a DNA test to confirm paternity.

Then Trevor was killed, and they were wracked with grief. I didn’t have the heart to ask for anything from them, and they never reached out again. I’ve thought about calling them over the years, but my mother is against it, and since I technically don’t have custody of my son, it’s not my decision.

The plan is to change that, but I need money first.

A house or apartment to show that I’m settled.

Some kind of steady income.

Stability.

My mother won’t agree to relinquish custody otherwise, so even though I can prove that I’ve been sending money for most of his life, getting custody is going to be tricky. It’s not that my mother is trying to be difficult. I know she only wants what’s best for him, but I’m his mother. He’s my responsibility and I’m determined to step up to the plate.

Which is one of the things that makes it difficult for me to know what to do.

Even if he cheats, I can’t leave Callum.

Not yet.

My trip to L.A. went better than expected, and I’ve got jobs coming up, both in New York in the next few weeks.

Callum won’t be happy about me leaving again, but I may be able to use his infidelity as bargaining power.

Fear churns through my gut, making me queasy, and I breathe through my nose as the plane touches down.

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