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.

sink so low, playing

I couldn't help but

other end, while I juggled keeping Haley from getting her phone back

was

clearly feeling

back, her nails scratching the back of

you're insane. Get out," Haley yelled at me, even

scratch mark her nail left on my hand, and thinking how

out at

was sent flying, crashing into the bed frame and landing on the floor with a cry

her, crouching

pay you? Are you that desperate for money? To the point of risking lives

one hand clutching her bruised side and the other holding onto the bed

care if she

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 they

up to leave, Haley grabbed me, "Felicia, if

Ha!

at her, "What did you say? Did your failed

there, looking down

lying

in a