Jake Abbot
Winter didn’t cry when I stepped out of the venue. She didn’t cry when we were in a cab on our way back to the hotel. I was worried and felt useless. She didn’t want to talk about what had happened. I still couldn’t believe what I had witnessed. How can a mother be so heartless? I knew it wasn't good, but I never expected it to be that bad.
I sent Wyatt a message when we were in the cab. I’m sure they heard what happened. The whispering and the video would surely be up by morning.
When the door to our hotel suite closed, she gasped as sobs consumed her.
"Baby, I'm so sorry." I wrapped her in my arms as she cried.
"Why does she hate me so much?" She hiccupped. "I just wanted her to love me."
"I know, babe."
I picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I carri
