Feeling better, she wanted to thank Shawn for the thought, but she didn’t feel like she owed him anything, not even a sliver of kindness. She did want to go home, though, wherever home was. His place didn’t feel like home any longer. Maybe she would plan to stay at a hotel until she could think clearer. With her thoughts weighing heavily, she climbed into bed, alone. She knew Shawn wouldn’t make a move to sleep with her. For all she cared, he could go get his own room. Otherwise, the floor or chair would be his parking spot that night. Snuggling under the blanket, she was exhausted but her mind wouldn’t shut down. Shawn’s rustling around on the floor annoyed her like fingernails across a chalkboard. She didn’t care. Tomorrow would be a new day. For her baby, she’d rise above and be the best possible parent. * * * * Jasmine was in the middle of a pleasant dream when she heard her name. She rolled over and protested with a groan. “Jasmine, wake up.” Lifting one eyelid, she moaned in agitation.
