Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
ELLE
Ihope Paul isn’t too attached to our sisters because I am about to commit sorocide. I would never kill my mother but maybe I would wait to add her to my list of visitors for a year or two as punishment for sharing my full name with Jude and Patrick.
I was so mad I could spit.
I attempt to take a deep breath and calm myself. Trying to remember that I wouldn’t want Henry to go through the trauma of visiting me in jail. Hell, Anika would more than likely refuse to let Henry visit and I would be forgotten by my favorite person in the world.
No, no. I couldn’t have that.
Mabel and Lola were damn fucking lucky my love for Henry eclipsed the anger I was feeling in this moment.
I let out a quick huff—Mama couldn’t say anything about swearing in my motherfucking damn ass thoughts. “Oooooooh, Elle’s in trouble!” Mabel’s voice rings in the silence after our mother’s admonishment.
I stick my tongue out at her as Mom turns her head to Mabel. “Mabel June, you knock that off right now.” Jude tries to hide his laugh behind a cough but fails. That earns a scowl from Mabel that rivals my most lethal.
I’m slightly impressed.
Only slightly.
I was still fucking pissed.
“Sorry Mama.” I grumble as I fully step into the dining area.
I step behind my mother’s chair and give her a quick peck on the top of her head before heading over to the spread.
I make quick work of making selections and make my way back to the table.
I overheard Jude’s comment about no one else making it when I was walking in.
It makes me want to grind my teeth, the table is still set up to accommodate a bigger group but there is no way I can go sit at one end of the table when everyone is all huddled together.
No, combine something like that with my outburst when I walked in and found my Intruder sitting across from my mother and my whole family would be fixing to tie me to my chair until I confessed what the hell was wrong with me.
There’s nothing to confess but Mom would definitely read into something that absolutely isn’t there.
I take another deep breath and make my way to the chair next to my baby sister. Lola is completely focused on her plate but by the pinkening of her cheeks, she knows that I know she was behind this and we’d be having a conversation later.