I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night questioning if they were safe. Wondering if Tabitha’s burned hand is okay. The only saving grace is that she texted me photos of Milo. Never many words, though. Which means I know they’re alive, but not how they’re doing. Not that I should expect much else after the way I left things. Flaunting my money and saying shit I shouldn’t have while keeping her completely in the dark was a real dick move. But hashing things out is not my forte.
