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Ugh. This being a better person stuff is tough.

Chapter 13

Did someone manage to snap a picture of Damon Bragg running? That man is sexier than any of my book boyfriends. ~ Message from Feather to the Gossip Gals

Damon

My heart pounds as I run to the school. Love Hill called and told me to get to the school as fast as I could. I don’t know why. Was there a school shooting? Is Skye hurt?

Please, please, don’t let my baby girl be hurt.

I fly through the door and stop. I don’t know where I’m going. I notice a room marked administration and run toward it.

The door bangs against the wall as I rush inside. “My daughter. Where’s my daughter?”

“She’s okay, Damon.” I whirl around at Love Hills’ response. She’s sitting in a chair along the back wall. “She’s in trouble, but she’s not injured.”

“Thank god,” I murmur as I collapse in a chair next to her to gather my breath.

“What happened?” I ask once there’s enough air in my lungs to speak without gasping.

“I don’t know. I’m waiting to find out.”

“Why did they call you?”

She winces. Shit. I’m a callous asshole.

“I don’t mean they shouldn’t call you. But why didn’t they call me first?”

“Mr. Bragg, Love Hill, the principal will see you now.”

I march to the door the woman indicates. I look around the room but Skye isn’t in here.

“Where’s my daughter?”

The woman behind the desk stands. “Your daughter is fine. You can talk to her after our discussion.”

“No.” Love Hill took the words straight out of my mouth. “I’m sorry, Mrs. West, but I insist Damon is allowed to visit with his daughter and confirm for himself she’s fine before we continue with this meeting.”

Mrs. West scowls. “You are not in charge here.”

Love Hill narrows her eyes. “I will not allow this school to make another mistake that harms a child for the rest of her life.”

I clutch my chest. “What are you talking about? Is Skye injured? Do we need a doctor?”

My worst nightmare is coming true. Skye’s hurt and I didn’t protect her. I thought she’d be safe at school. Do I need to homeschool her? Where do I find someone to tutor her?

The principal’s sigh stops my thoughts before they can spin out of control. “Follow me.”

I motion for Love to go first as we trail behind the principal to a room two doors down.

“Daddy!” Skye rushes toward me. I pick her up and hold her close.

“Are you okay, baby girl?”

Her bottom lip trembles and tears gather in her eyes. “Meadow was mean to me.”

“What did Meadow do?”

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