I can't catch my breath. Somewhere nearby Jackson is yelling. Calm down. You have to stay calm. CHAPTER EIGHT Hatred ZANE I kissed Conner's forehead, sighing as I closed my bedroom door before heading back down the hallway to the living room. I glanced at my phone, nearly growling in frustration. Sunday nights were usually early for me since I had to be at work by five in the morning. But, with Lizzie not responding or returning my calls or texts, I'd had to keep Conner another night. It wasn't like this was the first time she'd flaked but it still stressed me out. It was usually the precursor to another complete meltdown. Tish looked up from the TV as I dropped onto the couch. "You should sleep," he tried to reason, but it was no use. At this point, I was too worried about what would happen when Lizzie showed her face again. Plus, there was the added stress of trying to find someone to watch Conner while I worked. Last school year, I enrolled Conner in an early childhood education program for three year olds.
