Riley Anderson
I wake up in the middle of the night and stretch out to feel the other side of the bed, but he is not there. I reach for my phone to check the time, and it is around 5. I don’t know how much time has turned, so I throw myself on my bed, trying to find some sleep for myself.
I keep having these weird dreams, and they are getting to my head. I lost my baby while I didn’t even know I was pregnant in the first place, and my hatred for Teresa keeps spiking. I have had my doubts about her since the first day we went to her place, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt because I thought maybe she was interested in mending her relationship with her son, but the whole damn time she was after making sure that Ricco’s life was a mess. What kind of mother wants the worst for their ki
