I Won't Give Up on You by F. L. Jacob Read Free Book Online Page B

going to be Sabrina.
    “Caston?” Sara says gently, “What’s up?”
    I groan. “I fucked up—bad.”
    I hear her walk closer to my desk, and I can smell her perfume. Lifting my head, I see the concern in her eyes. “Want to talk about it?”
    Leaning back in my chair, I rest my hands behind my head and tell her everything that happened this morning to just now. She’s very patient; never making a comment or interrupting me until I’m finished, even though I can tell she wants too. As if on cue the phone rings, and I motion to her to hold her thoughts.
    “Caston Black—Terrance, thank you. I owe you one.”
    Turning back to Sara I tell her, “Terrance got all the paperwork done, so we won’t be seeing anymore of Lane. He deserves a fucking raise.”
    “That’s good to hear, Cass. Now what about Sabrina?”
    Scrubbing my hands over my face, I think long and hard. “I have no idea, Sara.”
    My heart feels like it’s busting into a million pieces, and I didn’t know what to do to fix it.
    “Well, you need to figure it out. Preferably before we go shopping today. She won’t want to shop for a wedding dress if she’s mad at you.” Chuckling at her comment she ruffles my hair a bit.
    “Hey, quit that.” Trying to smile, I mumble, “Thanks for listening to me ramble.”
    She walks over to me, hugging me from behind. “Anytime.”
    I squeeze her arms that are around my neck. Clicking open my email, I immediately select the one from Detective Alverez and start scanning the contents.
    “What’s wrong?” she says. “You just tensed up.”
    “Detective Alverez thinks he found my real mom.”
    “What!”
    I jump at the tone of her response. “He says he was looking into old records of Beverly’s and came across something that didn’t seem right. He wants me to call him.”
    She moves to the edge of my desk and rests on it, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you going to?” I can see the concern on her face.
    “I don’t know. I need to talk to Sabrina.” I cringe as soon as I say it. How can I talk to her about it if she isn’t talking to me?
    Sara looks down at her watch. “Well, she should be finishing up a shoot now and be heading back to her office. Then we’re going dress shopping, so if I were you I would get to it, stud.”
    Leaning my elbows on my desk, I rest my head in my hands as my fingers run through my hair. I’ll go bald before my time from stress the way I’ve been pulling at it the last few weeks.
    Sara pats me on the back and leaves me to ponder what I need to do.
    I push my chair away from my desk and head to the door. As I turn the corner, I nearly run Sabrina over.
    “Jesus Christ, Caston!” Sabrina catches herself on the wall.
    I grab her by the shoulders, trying to help. “Sabrina, I’m—Are you okay?”
    “Fine,” she snipes back at me. Rolling her shoulders and getting herself back on her crutches, she says flatly, “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be leaving soon to go with the girls. I don’t know what time I’ll be back. Maybe I’ll end up staying at Beth’s. I’m not sure.”
    “Bre, no,” I say, dragging my hand through my hair again. I have to stop doing that . “Please, come in and sit down. Let me explain.”
    She backs up shaking her head. “I’d rather not, Caston. I think I saw enough this morning. If I feel like talking tonight, we might.”
    My heart sinks. If? “Bre, can I at least talk to you about something Detective Alverez emailed me about?”
    Seeing her suddenly tense in front of me, I continue while shaking my hands in front of me, “Nothing about Beverly. We’re still safe.”
    She puts a hand over her heart and takes a deep breath. I hate that I’ve put her through so much. That my past has caused her so much anguish in her life.
    “Please, come in?” I entreat, holding my hand out to her.
    She hesitates for a moment before snubbing my hand and hobbling into my office. I release the breath I didn’t know I was