Chapter 77

I had never been so angry.

“Wiley, please,” he said softly.

“Noah saw you sucking that shit up your nose,” I said. “You’d do that in front of my son? It’s taken me weeks to drag it out of him because he was too afraid to tell me what you’d done. How fucking dare you! In front of my child!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about!”

“He saw me?”

“He gave me a little demonstration. Yeah, I’d say he saw you. Maybe next time you could teach him how to use a syringe, you fucking loser!”

Jackson looked horrified.

“And you know, I thought I could live with that, but then your mama told us about the woman in the wheelchair, and I’ve been thinking about that woman all night…”

“I can explain.”

“I’m sure you can. People like you always do. What if Noah had been in the car with you? What if he was the one you left in a fucking wheelchair?”

“I made a mistake!”