Chapter Fifteen
She heard the front door slam, and her head screamed at her as if someone was taking a hammer to her skull. Moaning, she draped a hand over her forehead as she squinted at the clock. 7:15. It was too early for Brandon to be leaving. Did that mean Caiden came home last night? She eased her head back onto her pillow, trying her best not to move it too much. Why is it that a night of crying your eyes out has the same effect as a hangover? It’s not fair.
Yet, she didn’t deserve fair, and she knew it. She deserved the pain in her head and so much more. She panicked then about Brandon’s clothes but realized she had prepared everything yesterday morning before all hell broke loose. At least, he would go to work looking good. Funny how preparing his clothes had become a habit in
