Part Fifty-Four

Finley

“Finley, I’m so sorry,” Connor said as Damon slammed the front door closed.

“Why would you tell him that?” I asked him.

“He wouldn’t let it go, he had me up against the wall, slamming my head in!” Connor defended himself.

“I’m sorry,” I said to him as he sat down and I took the first aid kit out of the cupboard.

“It’ll heal, don’t worry,” he said but I cleaned it anyway.

“You shouldn’t have said anything, he doesn’t remember Connor,” I said to him.

“I know and I’m sorry because now everything’s a shit storm,” he said as he looked down.

“It’s okay,” I said to him.

“I’ll go finish the crib, it’s almost done,” he said as he stood up.

I sat in the kitchen for almost an hour before Connor was done. He came back downstairs with his toolbox and picked up his jacket where I’d hung it over one of the barstools. He looked at me before putting his jacket back down.

“I can stay with you,” he offered.

“I’ll be fine,” I said to him.

“I don’t know, Damon was pretty angry when he left,” he sai