No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Why are you doing this? Give me my phone back."

Haley was in a panic, lunging to snatch it away.

Her obvious fear made me even more curious about who could be calling in the middle of the night.

I dodged and didn't let her have it. In our tussle, the call went through.

But the person on the other end hung up after just one ring.

Not answering?

That was even more suspicious.

I dialed the number again, and Haley, now out of bed and barefoot, rushed over to grab the phone from me.

She was so frantic she even cursed, "Felicia, have you lost your mind? Give me back my phone!"

Amid her angry shouts, the call connected, and an irritated voice came through, "Why are you calling again after I hung up?"

That voice... Was it Milly?

I froze for a second, then everything clicked.

believe Milly would sink so low, playing

moving into gynecology now?" I couldn't help but confront her on

juggled keeping Haley from

was

was clearly feeling

managed to snatch the phone back, her nails scratching the back of my hand in the process,

yelled at me, even throwing the phone at

hand, and thinking how

out

on the floor with a cry of pain, sitting up against

approached her, crouching

did Milly pay you? Are you that desperate for money? To the point of risking lives with no

bruised side and the other holding onto

care if

playing the victim. I warned her sternly, "Haley, I know you're at your wit's end, but don't bring your mess onto my turf. And tell the person behind you, l'expose her deeds as

stood up to leave, Haley grabbed me, "Felicia, if you beg me, I might spare your best

Ha!

you say? Did your failed attempt at drama knock some

stood there, looking down at

lying

floor in a pathetic