Chapter 77

I slide the phone over to my mother, and she grabs it. Glancing down, I watch her eyes move across the message, and she chuckles.

With a sigh, she lifts her gaze to mine. “This will make things worse, anger him. He will retaliate,” she tells me, and I shrug, uncaring.

He made his bed. Now he gets to roll around in it. Hopefully, the damn sheets strangle some sense into him.

“And by then, I will h