Chapter 4

The living room lights suddenly snapped on. Rodney was back.

His face looked terrible, but when he spotted the cigarette in my hand, his expression softened, probably thinking I was just worrying myself sick over Sheldon. Still, he couldn't stop himself from scolding me. "Jasmine, you should have saved your own son."

Zella's and Portia's motives were confusing but at least somewhat understandable, but I couldn't make sense of Rodney's logic.

Even though he was obsessed with putting boys first, Sheldon wasn't even his kid, and Eileen was his real daughter. No matter how much he wanted to protect Sheldon,…