arms.
“What consequences?”
Eric shot her a warning look.
Barbara turned away from them.
“We’re done here.”
“No. I waited 34 years for you to grow up.”
Eric followed us to the curb.
“Mom, seriously, wait.”
Barbara opened my door.
“No. I waited 34 years for you to grow up.”
Then we drove away before he could answer either woman.
She stopped at the pharmacy and paid for Chloe’s supplies.
Eric had told me to ask someone who
