Blanche's POV
I noticed Zain's tone had softened, so I let some of the edge drop from my voice. "Why don't you come by tomorrow? I want to talk to you about something."
"Whatever it is, you can say it over the phone," I replied, leaning back against the headboard. I didn't want to see Zain's face, and I sure as hell didn't want him seeing mine.
We only met when we absolutely had to. He didn't give a damn about me, and I had zero intention of sticking around.
Zain suddenly brought up, "It's about Carry."
My tone stayed flat. "Zain, I've already told you. I'm done getting involved in Carry's life. Unless it's something major, you don't need to fill me in. Just handle her decisions yourself."
Zain had mentioned Carry because he figured I couldn't really stop caring about my daughter, but honestly, I just didn't seem to give a shit anymore.
"Blanche, you—" He sounded lost, like he couldn't find the words.
