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October 5
I leaned back in my chair, still feeling the effects of that damn liquor. Note to self: stick to wine and champagne. The stronger stuff? Not for me.
I wiped my face and tried to focus on the task at hand. Adriana Perez. I couldn't find much, but I was determined to dig deeper. Maybe the bartender from the club could help.
I jotted it down to bring up at tomorrow's meeting, hoping it could lead to something.
Just then, there was a knock on my office door.
Without waiting for me to answer, Blue walked in, phone in hand. "Mom, can I go to the movies with my friends tonight?" she asked, half-distracted.
I raised a brow, looking at her, "Which friends?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Halle and Tamia, mom."
"Halle, I know. But who's Tamia?" I questioned, keeping my tone steady.
"Mom, you're not gonna know every single one of my friends or the new friends I make," she replied, her attitude starting to rise.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Because you seem to hang around the wrong crowd sometimes, Blue."
She huffed and crossed her arms. "You always think I'm hanging with the wrong people! Not everybody is bad. Just because they aren't perfect doesn't mean they're trouble."
My patience was wearing thin. I set my pen down, turning my full attention to her.
"Watch that attitude," I warned. "You might think I don't understand, but trust me, I've been there. I'm looking out for you because I don't want you getting caught up in the wrong things."
Blue threw her hands up in frustration. "It's like you don't trust me! You're always acting like I'm going to fuck up or something. You don't even know Tamia, and you're already judging."
"Watch your mouth" I told her.
I stood up, making my way over to her. "I trust you, but you know what happens when you hang around the wrong crowd, Blue. I just want what's best for you, and you need to realize that I see things you don't."
"You seem to notice everything except that you're not a good mother," she replied.
"Excuse me?" I raised my voice slightly.
Blue mumbled, "Nothing."
I paused, staring at her. "You think I'm a bad mother?"
Without hesitation, she fired back, "Do you think you're a good one?"
Her words hit me harder than I expected. For a moment, the room went still. I didn't know what to say. The silence hung between us, heavy and uncomfortable.
