CHAPTER FORTY NINE
I stared at the embers flickering in the fireplace, my thoughts very much astray and my son asleep in my arms. Two facts remained incomprehensible to my brain. First, I got fired for defending Tristan and second, I actually defended Tristan as though I owed him a great deal. None of it made any sense to me; especially the latter thought. Right in that moment when I was defending him, it sort of made me mad that nobody took the time to actually know his side of the story. That scared me more than it shocked me.
“A cup of chamomile tea?” Sandra’s voice tore me from my haze, “My mother would always recommend one whenever I was stressed,’
“I wouldn’t mind one. I’ll just put my son to sleep. I think he played around alot at his grandma’s,” I smiled, already getting up.
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