Chapter 180: Chloe

Chloe knew she was playing with fire and shouldn't be taunting Dawson, but he was being such a jackass, she couldn't make herself care. She should be trying to keep Tommy from picking up on the anger between them. When he came downstairs, he'd feel it as soon as he walked into the room.

Woulda coulda shoulda.

"Very cozy," she repeated, poking the bear in the cage, chopping the lettuce like a maniac. It was so fine, it didn't even resemble lettuce any longer, but rather a mushy green slime. Whatever. He could ask questions all day long, but he didn't deserve honesty, not after his accusations.