Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 55

Next to me, I feel Kent slump in his seat. I turn to look at him then and see him looking out the window then, more pensive than I had expected. I stare at him, at his stark profile against the light of the window. He doesn’t move or say anything, so I suppose he lets me look my fill

He hangs his head, then, letting out a sigh. And, shocked, I note that the lines of his face match Daniel’s. He feels guilt as well.

The next morning, I just laid in my bed and stare at the ceiling for a long, long time. I skip breakfast and no one comes up to get me, which has never happened before. I guess they’re giving me my space. I’m grateful, I suppose, but overall…I just don’t really care.

Things moved quickly last night after we got home. The three of us spent the rest of the ride in silence, but when we arrived at the house everyone was expecting us.

Fiona had made a beeline right for me – not even asking how Kent was doing. Instead, she had wrapped her arms around me and bustled me upstairs as Kent got himself patched up and Daniel – well, I didn’t really know what Daniel did. Or care.

She had rushed me right to my room and run a bath for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued shaking. Then she helped me to step into the hot water and sit down.

“That’s all right, baby Fay,” she murmured to me, using a cup to pour water over my head like a little kid. “Shh, baby,” she continued. “You’ll be all right.”

I had noticed, passively, that the water turned a little pink from the blood washing off of me. Not my blood, of course. Kent’s. I couldn’t help staring at it.

After a long time, when the water was growing cool, Fiona helped me out, bundled me into warm flannel pajamas – too warm for the spring, but so, so comfortable against my skin – and then tucked me into bed. Before she left, she opened a cabinet in the corner that holds a television and put on some mindless reality show at extremely low volume.

“So you don’t have to sit in silence,” she whispered to me, kissing me on the head. Then, intuiting that I wanted to be alone, she left.