Ten
Griffin
The next morning, I’m up at five am because the paperwork for Tyler Vaughn came through last night from my lawyer. I’m still deciding whether or not I want to file suit against him.
I’m in the kitchen getting breakfast going when Phoenix comes in to pack Maverick’s lunch.
“Good morning,” she says. “I could’ve made breakfast.”
“I was up. Hard time sleeping last night.”
She sighs. “I know the Billings family, and if you go to the principal, it’ll only make it worse on Maverick. I think we should allow him to handle it himself and if it gets worse… I say this knowing I’m not his parent and have no right to offer this advice, but—”
I put the spatula down and approach her, putting my finger over her lips. “Relax. Breathe.”
She exhales. I can tell from her rambling that she’s
