Like any other time Brady was working a night shift with
the almost certain possibility she might work a double shift in the mix, Brady
hadn't picked up. Tasha had left a
message, as low key and bloodless as possible.
She knew how Brady felt, that Tasha had too much Riley in her, a time
bomb of the crazy just waiting to go off.
If Tasha mentioned anything close to the truth of the situation Brady
was going to shit and then that shit would probably shit.
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