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“Eve?” She frantically answers. “What’s wrong?”
She listens for a moment before saying, “Okay, calm down. Where are you? Alright, I’m on my way. Don’t move!”
Jumping up off the couch, she says, “I’m really sorry, but I have to go. Something happened with Eve and her dad, and she wants to come home. I guess Danny is being a dick and won’t bring her.”
What an asshole.
“Of course, baby. Go.”
As fast as she can, she changes into some of her own clothing and goes to rush out the door. Before she walks through it, though, she turns around and comes over to kiss me.
“I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”
“Okay, baby. Be careful.”
And then, she’s gone.
And I’m going to be worried about both her and Eve all fucking night.
Chapter thirty-seven
Remember, Prison isn't Fun
Michelle
I’m pretty sure I broke about seventeen different laws getting here, but about half an hour later, I’m pulling up outside of Danny’s house. I’m about to text Eve to tell her I’m here, but I see her sitting at the end of the driveway.
I pull up and put the car in park. She stands up and walks toward me before sliding in the passenger’s seat. Her eyes look absolutely defeated.
She turns to look at me. “What are we waiting for?”
“I’m waiting to see if I need to go inside and knock the shit out of your dad.”
“Mom, can we please just go home? I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Okay. Let’s go home.”
There’s no law saying I can’t come back later and knock the shit out of him.
I start to drive. For once, Eve isn’t staring at her phone or talking ninety miles a minute. She’s completely silent, which makes me wonder just how bad this whole situation is.
I am anxious to press her for details, but I figure maybe it’s best to wait until we get home.
I catch a glimpse of her wiping a single tear from her cheek. My blood boils, but I shove my feelings down. This isn’t about me. Rather than saying anything, I just reach over and set my hand on top of hers. I just want her to know I’m here.
As excited as I am to get home and get the full story, I don’t drive quite as crazy as I did on my way to get her. I have precious cargo in the car now.
Scenarios run through my mind about what could have possibly happened to have Eve’s visit end in this way. None of what I’m imagining is good.
We finally get back to the house, and I grab Eve’s bag out of the backseat before we head inside. Once we are through the door, I set it down. I barely get it out of my hands before my daughter is in my arms, crying on my shoulder.
“Oh, honey,” I say, taken by surprise. “I’m so sorry.”
I hold her, rubbing her back while she lets the tears flow freely.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “I’ve got you.”
I have no idea how long we stay standing like this. Really, I don’t care. I’d stand here all night if she wanted me to.
