Lily
"He still hates me." I grumbled, eyeing my glass of juice on the bedside table with distaste, wishing it were something stronger. After finally getting eight uninterrupted hours of sleep—the first in over two months since the shooting—I should have felt rested and in a better mood. But I wasn't... because of her.
"Vindictive witch." I cursed under my breath. Yeah, I was feeling that vengeful. She had stolen my son all over again. Every morning, a kiss from just one of my sons felt like that. The tear in my chest deepened each time Adrian Jr. didn't come.
All thanks to Courtney.
Whatever she had told our son about me before we got to him had worked—too well. And I was sure she was toasting to my misery all day, every day.
"No, he doesn't." Adrian perked up from where he had been m
