Regina
“He left,” Adelee sat looking pale and utterly shell shocked. “I didn’t even get the chance to tell him to leave, because he just came home, packed two suitcases, and walked right out the door.” She blinked, too slowly, making me wonder how many shots she’d downed before I arrived. “Fine, I’m… I’m boring, and… but how could he walk out on the girls? How could he walk out on his own children?”
Dallas covered Adelee’s hand with her own, and squeezed it. Dallas wore a ring on every finger, two and three on some of them, and her nails were painted a deep purple-magenta that matched the decor of her club. They would be better than brass knuckles if she ever decided to punch someone. “How are the girls taking it?”
Adelee burped, not a small, feminine burp, but one that rolled up
