She Tried To Dump Four Kids At His Airport Apartment At Midnight

the day.

“Where the hell have you been?” she demanded, pushing herself up off the floor.

“I was working, Hannah,” I said, not moving any closer to her. “What are you doing here? How did you even get past the front desk?”

“I waited until someone else walked in and slipped past before the door closed,” she snapped, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.continue reading …