Wolf on a Mission:Salvation Pack, Book 6(3)

By: N.J. Walters

“He’s saying that with your parents gone, you’re not able to provide a stable life for Billy.” Randolph paused, and Sue’s stomach lurched.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“William is engaged to be married and he’s stating that he can provide a better home environment.”

She laughed, but there was a hysterical edge to it. “He barely sees his son once every few months and only because I insist.” And it wasn’t because she wanted William in her life. But Billy did deserve to know his father. “He complains every month when he has to pay child support.”

A light bulb went off in Sue’s head. “He knows about the trust my parents set up for Billy, doesn’t he?”

“I believe there was some mention of it.” Randolph’s voice was low and soothing, but Sue wasn’t willing to be placated.

“That son of a bitch,” she whispered when she really wanted to scream. “Tell him that the trust is untouchable until Billy turns eighteen. It’s for his education. Hell, I couldn’t even access the money to pay the bills after Mom and Dad died. I wouldn’t have touched it, but I couldn’t even if I’d wanted to. You know that.”

“I know. I’m drafting a letter to send back to William’s lawyer letting him know the trust is untouchable and that you’ll fight for custody. I’ll also make note of William’s infrequent visits to see his son.”

“You’re damn right I’ll fight.” Sue didn’t care if she bankrupted herself and had to pay her lawyer’s bill until the day she died. “He’s not getting my son.”

“I’m on this, Sue. Don’t worry about a thing. We’ll get this straightened out.” Randolph paused again, and she could picture him sitting behind his desk polishing his glasses. He’d been her parents’ lawyer and was now hers. “He probably thinks there’s money from your parents’ estate. I expect he’ll offer to back away if you pay him.”

Sue swallowed another hysterical laugh. “Tell him I’m dead broke. I’m not even sure he knows I sold the house.” She’d hated having to sell her childhood home, the only home Billy had ever known, but there were bills to pay and no way she could afford to hang on to the large home on her own.

“I’ll make sure his lawyer is aware of that fact. I’ll call you when I hear back from him. In the meantime, try not to worry.”

“Sure. Thanks, Randolph.” Sue ended the call and tucked her phone into her jeans pocket.

“Everything okay, Sue?”

She startled and then pasted a fake smile on her face when she faced the cook and owner of Kathy’s Kitchen, the diner where she worked. “Everything is fine, Stanley.”

He didn’t look convinced but let it go. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he told her.

“I’ll be here.” She grabbed her purse and headed toward her son. Billy looked up as she approached and a fierce love welled up inside her. She’d protect her son no matter what. “Ready to go home?”

Billy nodded and began to methodically put his crayons back into the box. Her outgoing, chatty little boy had disappeared over the past two years. He was quieter and more solemn, way too serious for a five-year-old boy. But he’d seen so much tragedy in his short life. First, Sue’s mother had gotten ill and died of cancer six months later. Less than a month after that, her father had collapsed after a massive heart attack. He’d pulled through and come home only to die a few weeks later.

Both her parents had loved their grandson and doted on him. Her son’s world had been shaken to the core.

Sue helped him shove his coloring book and crayons into his backpack and grabbed his hoodie. “Let’s go, buddy.” She took his hand and the two of them left the diner and headed to the parking lot around the back.

At least her car was fairly new. Only three years old. It was the one thing she’d been able to do for herself after she’d settled her parents’ estate and paid off all the outstanding medical bills and funeral costs. She’d done it because she needed reliable transportation and not having a monthly payment was a plus.

She unlocked the door and waited while Billy climbed into the booster seat in the back. She dumped his backpack next to him and made sure the safety straps were secured before going around to the driver’s side and climbing in.

“What shall we make for supper?” she asked. She tried to include him in as many decisions as possible. She wanted him to feel as though he had some say in what happened in his life, even if it was only over superficial things.