I refuse to be his caregiver and guardian any longer.
He can call his daddy to come and save him.
“I can’t help you, Timmy,” I say, as a dispatcher answers and I request police. My hands are trembling so badly I nearly drop the phone.
The officers arrive quickly, but by the time they get here, Timmy is long gone.
The violation is noted, and I lock every door and window with a renewed sense of urgency.
A few days later, I receive texts from Timmy. It’s yet another TRO violation. I call the police, and they come over to take a report.
While one officer goes to his vehicle to retrieve a document, the other stands in the living room with me. Sabre keeps trying to escape, darting toward the door every time it opens. I scoop him up and shut him in the bathroom temporarily.
When the officer returns, he looks around, confused. “Wait… wasn’t there a cat? I could have sworn there was a cat.”
“Yes,” I reply, smirking. “He’s safely in the bathroom for now.”
The officer with the aggressive mustache listens as I explain that Timmy somehow knew I was at the courthouse.
“Well,” he says, eyeing my wrist. “Do you have an Apple Watch?”
“Yes,” I reply, holding it up.
“Go into your settings,” he instructs.
I do, and to my shock, I see that my watch is still tracking my location independently of my phone.
Relief washes over me—it’s not some elaborate tracking device Timmy planted—it’s just a setting I overlooked.
“This isn’t some James Bond situation,” the officer quips, breaking into laughter.
Despite everything, I find myself laughing too. It feels good to laugh, even if just for a moment.
It reminds me that I’m still here, still standing.
And I’m going to keep standing, no matter what.
CHAPTER 134
GODDAMN SUPERNOVA
DEX
She did it.
She finally fucking did it.
Disposed of that moron.
Margaux’s fire had been flickering in the background for months, threatening to fade completely, but now, it’sblazing.
Filing the TRO—and insisting it be served—proves that.
When I see her return with signed paperwork, and then watch as it’s served, I feel an odd surge of pride.
Not that she needs my validation, but damn it, she deserves someone in her corner.
I send a message: