Chante
“You will do no such thing.” He sighed, pulling his fingers through his thick hair. “You and your mother will stay here, and I will pack a few things and move to a hotel.” He looked around as if he was confused before walking to his room and I followed him.
“We don’t need your charity, Freddie. We can look after ourselves. We aren’t damsels!” I lost my temper, but not because of what he did. Because of my own damn baggage. I knew I was being incredibly unfair, but for some reason, I couldn’t help myself.
“I never said you were. Look, I have the money to help you. If you really want to, then you can pay me back later.” He threw his hands in the air. He had been searching for something and when he pulled a suitcase from the top shelf, I realized what it was. He was stuffing clothes
