Page 94 of Enraged

“No, sir.”

“Why not?”

Why haven’t I just asked him?

“I guess because I’m not sure if it’s my business. I guess I feel like if he wanted me to know then he would have told me.”

He blew on his black coffee. “If he wanted you to know, he would make sure you know.”

That’s…what I just said.

“I think so, too. Dakota has always been up front about everything with everybody.”

He nodded. “So, if he hasn’t told you, why do you think they’re back together?”

This is so a conversation for Mama.

“Cassie sent me a picture of them in bed.”

His eyes widened and he cleared his throat.

“She shouldn’t have done that. That’s just distasteful.”

Oh fuck, he’s thinking it was something sexual.

I didn’t know how to explain that it wasn’t a full-on sexual picture, but I also didn’t know how to explain how I knew the angle she was at to take the picture because I’ve woken up next to him the same way.

Can we just go feed the animals?

“I’ll call him later to check on him, Dad. Ready to go start the day?”

Dakota

“IF I HAD TWOOOO DOZEN ROSES…”

My alarm ripped me out of a deep sleep.

Right in the middle of a damn good dream.

I checked the time.

3:30PM.

I didn’t have to be at work until 6PM but I loved being able to shower and doddle around before going in, so I always set my alarm a little early.

But first, coffee…

I threw on a pair of gray sweatpants before heading downstairs, praying to the Lord above that Cassie had taken the hint and left.

Downstairs was empty, all traces of her existence no longer visible to the naked eye.

Hallelujah!

After starting the Keurig, I peeked into the garage. The Ford Escape was gone for the first time all week.

Good way to start the day!

With a cup of coffee in my hand, I trekked back up the stairs.

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