Jesse felt like banging her head on the coffee table. "If that's what you want. But I want to be clear. Because I don't want this coming back a week or a month or a year later or however long. That's not what I want. And not what I'm saying. I just want you to stop treating me like I'm trying to use you. I'm. Not."
Jesse ran a hand through her hair, frazzled. "I really did call you because I wanted to get to know you and maybe spend some time with you. I'm so effing tired of fighting. I'm so fucking sick of doing this on my own but I don't even know you. And you sure as hell don't seem interested in getting to know me at all. You look at me and all you see is Tracey or the baby."
She didn't know what else she was supposed to do or what she could have done differently. She loved her baby, but right now she didn't even want it either. She didn't want to go through this any more. She was so very alone. All she wanted was to go home where she wouldn't have her worst sins thrown back in her face. God, maybe she should. And then he could take the baby in the end and it would just be done.