Chapter Seventy-Five. Pamela.
“Mam, I love you, but I am not a child, and I am going out. I will be quite safe, and back in a couple of hours,” I say attempting to placate my mother, who is sitting shaking her head, letting out one long sigh after another.
“I don’t know what I have done to deserve this,” she mumbles, as if I am confessing to murdering someone.
Now this is where I normally give in, say she hasn’t done anything, because I don’t like her feeling bad. However, my brother’s words echo in my mind. Don’t give in to her. Plus, I want to check on my student, and I am not going to confirm or deny that I really, really want to see Sergeant Smith. I mean, I kind of remember what he looks like, but maybe all the drugs I was on in the hospital, made him more gorgeous and adonis lik
