Forty minutes later
"Thank you so much for coming." Bethany runs and hugs me like a close friend would, even though we barely know each other as I step into the house.
"I need your help."
"I know, you told me that over the phone." I remind her and when her eyes sadden, I ask. "What's wrong?"
"Yes, please help me ask her what's wrong with her because I am not a magician that reads mind." I hear the angry voice alongside the footsteps coming downstairs and I look behind her to see Keenan looking anything but angry.
Bethany turns to him, with a glare. "Magicians don't read mind i***t!"
He shrugs carelessly, "That's your problem."
"It's about John, okay?
"The d**k head John or another?"
"John, my husband."
"Oh, you mean d**k head." He beams at her.
Bethany grits her teeth and her ch
