CHAPTER THREE
LOGAN
Friday morning is here before I know it. Before I lock up, I pack a weekend bag so I can leave directly after work to pick up Skylar. The day passes without too much bullshit and soon I’m on my way to Santa Rosa. I wait for over an hour in gridlock traffic for nothing. There was no accident, no emergency, just a ton of people traveling from one city to another, but that’s normal in California. My two-hour trip turned into three, and by the time I pull up to Maggie’s, she’s pissed.
“Now you’re cutting into my time,” she says, her face full of makeup and her hair curled. I try to come every other weekend to get Skylar and she takes the opportunity to go out with her friends. I don’t blame her for having a little fun, but I wish she’d realize that she can do these thing
