When the phone rings again, I send Tatiana to voicemail without a second thought.
Even though there's the slightest temptation to answer the call and yell every swear combination I know of, there's no way in hell I'll do that without traumatising Christian, and I think his parents are already doing a good job at that.
Not to mention that Dad can't afford to pay for his therapy now.
I snort under my breath as I step harder on the gas pedal. My only focus right now is to get him home where it's safe.
I ignore the phone when it rings over and over again, and I make a mental note to block Tatiana's number as soon as I step out of the car.
"B?" Christian's voice jolts me out of my thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Do you think Mommy will be happy when she finds me gone?"
I frown at him in the re
