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Chapter 62
Cassandra
Eddie exhales in annoyance as he tilts his head back and swings the door open all the way, gesturing for Crayvin and me to step in. With a nod, Crayvin steps in first and I follow him.
Extending my hand out, I shake Amy's hand. When her hand slips into mine, her long sleeve rises just enough for me to see the small cuts that cross her wrist. My eyes roam over to her neck where her mahogany locks lay, acting as a shield to hide the discoloration of the bruises. I squint my eyes to look harder and my eyes draw the form of a hand with the bruises around her throat.Those are definitely not hickeys."Ma'am, who all lives in the home?" I ask, looking away from her throat and meeting her cognac-colored, almond-eyes."J-just my boyfriend Eddie, me, and my son, Henry," she stutters."Is your son awake? May I see him?"I observe her eyes warily drift to Eddie before she looks back to me, slowly nodding her head andRelated chapters
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CassandraFor every person, there is that one dessert that has to be given up when on a diet. That one dessert that you try convincing yourself you can take one bite of and then put it away, but once the flavor hits your tongue, you're scarfing down the entire thing.You know the one.In my case, my dessert was always cheesecake. And in this scenario, Crayvin is my cheesecake and one taste of him just isn't enough. I keep wanting more and more. I just hope that I won't regret it if I continue to indulge in him like I would if I kept eating cheesecake while on a diet.The outcome is never good if that happens.After that horrendous house call and our shift ended, I drove my truck home, grabbed my clothes, then went to Crayvin's. Tarra had already left for work by the time I got there, so I texted her to let her know I would be staying at Crayvin's. In the first text back, she said okay and that she loves me. In the second she said, "If he hurts you..." Then
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Tarra"Tarra, come here my love so I can get a good look at you," my mother says in an unrecognizably brittle voice, crooking her pale finger at me and motioning for me to approach.I look at my father, who gives me a weak smile and an encouraging nod. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, smelling the sterile, nearly choking environment of my mother's confined hospital room, I rise from my chair and shuffle small strides to stand by her side. Cassandra, her eyes glossy and red, kisses Mom on the cheek, then walks away. She takes my previous seat next to Dad, burying her head into him."Mom," I croak at her bedside. "Are you going to get better?"I stare at my mother's small body and dark eyes. Her beautiful features resemble my little sister so much that the comparison hurts to acknowledge.Our mother was always beautiful, full of laughter and light. Looking at her now, I don't recognize her. Wher
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