Chapter Eight
Jennie eased away from Lisa, deciding to let her sleep where she was. It wouldn’t be the first time her daughter had passed out on the couch. Knowing that the young girl had been through an earlier trauma kept Jennie from waking her and making her go to her bed.
To a mother who’d been responsible for bringing up a child alone, being there through all the moments of her life, the shock of Lisa’s earlier activities had been obvious from the distress she couldn’t hide. Whatever she’d seen or heard had left an indelible mark. She wore the expression of a person who’d witnessed a disaster and had no idea how to handle it right.
Knowing her child was old beyond her years helped Jennie not to freak out, but that’s not to say her stress levels hadn’t shot up to high alert. Right now, her insides buzzed like a bunch of electrical wires broken loose, flailing every which way.
Bending to remove Lisa’s house sandals, she noticed her small notebook on the floor, opened to the last page. Her eyes caught the name Kane in huge letters and underlined it like the person doing so had lost their temper. It was the words written in big letters next to his name that stood out even more – WHITE SUPREMACIST.
That’s what made her read the rest. In the end, she laid the notebook down slowly, wiped the tears from her face, and took a photo with her phone where Lisa had written his address.
How the hell could that man appear back in her life bringing this bullshit with him? He had some explaining to do. Because a jail cell with his name on it loomed in his future, she decided to give him one last chance to make her see his side.
The only reason she even contemplated doing so was because of a memory that had surfaced while she’d read Lisa’s notes. As clearly as if it had happened yesterday, she remembered the day she’d held Kane in her young arms when his best buddy, Trevor, had lost his life in a car accident. When he’d found out, Kane had cried heartbrokenly for his dear black friend…