Unlucky Like Us (Like Us, #12)

by Krista Ritchie

“Jesus Christ,” Lo grimaces, looking fed up with this conversation. “Not this again.” Yeah, I missed some family fights while in jail. “She called me twice! Right before—right before the accident.” The Crow is spouting crocodile tears, if I do say so. “And I need to see her. She called me.” “This isn’t about you,” Rose sneers. “Oh, be quiet, Rose,” the Crow retorts. “For once, in your life, just shut up.” “Excuse me?” Rose’s eyes flame. “Samantha.” Connor walks over quickly. He touches the small of Rose’s back. His other hand dives into Rose’s hand. “Now’s not the time. You need to leave.” “I—” she starts. “Mom.” Daisy tries to corral her out the door. “Visitors’ hours aren’t for another four hours. You don’t want to be here for that long. We’ll call you⁠—” “Will you?” she snaps. “No, we fucking won’t,” Ryke declares. Lo comes forward. “Unless your name is Garrison Abbey and you’re bringing breakfast bagels in ten minutes, you’re not allowed in here. I don’t care if you have goddamn proof that Lily called you. I know Lil better than anyone. She won’t want you here, and over my dead body will you be the first face she fucking sees when she wakes up, you understand?” Her cheeks are bright red. “I can’t even care about my own daughter?” “You can. At home.” Her lip curls. “I’ll remember this.” “I sincerely hope you do.” He can’t even flash a half-smile. He’s too broken up for that. Once she’s gone, air returns to the room.