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Varying degrees of panic,and I put him through that by not paying attention to my phone battery.
He picks up on the second ring, “Sky?”
“I’m so sorry.”
He groans, let’s out a breath and then scolds, “I swear to God, Skyler. I was about to kill everyone in my path to look for you.”
“Where are you?”
“Leaving the harbor. I’ve been here for a few hours watching the doors.”
“Oh, baby.” I frown.
“Hold on.” He pulls the phone away to do something. “Needed to text Wes and let him know you’re okay. He’s searching parking lots.”
Guilt eats at me. “I’m so sorry.”
Foster’s voice is stern, thick with emotion. “You can’t do that.
I’m quiet for a moment before I say, “So, Grace is my aunt.”
“What?” he croaks.
“Yup. Apparently my mom didn’t grow up wealthy.”
I fill him in on everything.
When he shows up to the house I was raised in, he squeezes me.
“I swear, Foster, I won’t ever do that again,” I promise him.
He breathes into my hair, pulling back to look at me. “You can’t. I had to make the calls to all the hospitals. It was terrifying.”
Mom walks out of the front door, looking at her feet. “Would you like to come inside?” she asks hesitantly.
Foster nearly growls, “I don’t give a fuck what story you told her.” I try to grab his hand, to calm him down, but he pulls away. “There is no excuse for what she went through, and she won’t be fucking coming here again.”
“There’s not any excuse, I know. I know,” she cries, looking away from us.
I plead, “Foster, really.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “There are few things in this life I will hold you back from, but as long as she is married to that fucking monster, you will not under any circumstances be allowed to go near here.”
Mom looks up, and I can see a tilt of a smile growing on her. But the tears that fall down her face tell me this news upsets her. And honestly, I’m not in any headspace to be making these decisions. I can circle back to this later when and if I have time.
Foster begins to lead me outside. “Get in my car. I’ll get your things. I have some amazing fucking news.”
I furrow my brows. “What about my car?”
“Me and Ryder will grab it later.”
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Winter has frosted the air,not that it’s necessarily cold in Miami at any point of the year, but it’s all I’ve ever known, so anything below sixty makes me wear a hoodie.
Which is why I’m surprised that Foster has the windows down, blaring music and acting like our entire world isn’t collapsing around us.
I turn the radio down. “What’s happening?”