Chapter 12 In His Clutches

• Tomorrow morning my mom was leaving for Paris with Jack, Eric's dad. Despite how badly I didn't want them to go.
• And so far, no amount of pleading for my mom to change her mind and suggesting that a couple years from now might prove a more ideal time to visit, had worked.
• Thusly, I was currently, considering holding onto her ankle like a small child and begging her not to leave me alone with the devil. I could hang onto her as she took steps toward the door. Having to drag me like a small child being left at a daycare.