Marilyn
She was not getting any sleep, and she knew it. Nor was Lisa, because she was in here in Marilyn’s hotel room, and though Callum and Vincent were asleep in their room, and the door was closed. She’d had to shush Lisa twice already now, as she started to rant a bit. Both boys had still been up when they’d gotten back to the hotel, and they had seen Lisa’s broken arm in its cast.
They had asked what had happened and Lisa had just told them, “Some rich butthole of a stalker shoved me over onto the ground while I was trying to stop him from attacking your mum.” She’d stated and Marilyn knew that she’d actually toned her language down for the boys, but had told them exactly what happened.
They’d been a little on the horrified side that someone had tried to attack her and asked a mill
