Chapter 214 Over What?

• I jammed my hands into the pockets of my freshly pressed dark jeans. I never freaking ironed. It felt like my whole body was starched right now. But the worst part was hearing the woman I couldn’t get out of my head say my kid’s name.
• Did I know Kelsey was a freaking teacher?
• I’d been so busy working doubles to pay for the central air and heating unit I’d had to buy for my house that I hadn’t had time to ask Wes more than a passing question about school. Not that my kid did much more than grunt at me about the subject. He was more interested in playing football with his cousins and had an unrelenting obsession with Voltron. How that came back, I had no idea.