Chapter 95 The Excitement V

• Mercedes’s [POV]
• “Ouch.” Solana bustles through my door, glancing over her shoulder at the parking lot where I’m certain she ran across Judge. “What happened there?” “Nothing I want to talk about.” I turn and busy myself with the dishes so she can’t see my face. I’m haunted by what I saw in Judge’s eyes when I delivered that blow. Maybe I don’t want you…
• The truth and the lie are so gnarled between those words that I’m not even sure of it myself. Because I do want Judge. I know I always will. But I’m not going to accept scraps. Not for myself, and certainly not for my children. “Hey, are you okay?” Solana presses her fingers into my back, not forcing me to look at her, for which I’m grateful.