"Amy, I didn't tell him. He has every right in the world to be upset with me,” I remind her, after all, it’s true. "Well, he's an asshole. You just shouldn’t trust him so easily," Amy says with that endearing, motherly tone to her voice that reminds me of Mom and the good old days. I’ve been lucky to have my older sister. We gave up on our mother a long time ago. In return, we’ve learned to parent each other from time to time. "I won't. I promise," I reply with a half-hearted smile. I hug Amy quickly and sling the diaper bag over my shoulder as I pick up the car seat my daughter is sleeping so soundly in. Walking out the front door, I'm a nervous wreck. I don't want Lane to hate me forever. I hope for Annie's sake she has parents who can at least tolerate each other, even if just for her. I lean into the car and place Annie's seat into the base, hearing the safety latch click, I lean back out of the car and shut the door.
What do You think about Lane (Made From Stone Book 1)?
