Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Eight hours in a holding cell , and the cop finally swings the door open . " Bail's posted , Ms. Sullivan - you're free to go . " Bail ? From Charles or her family ? Teresa doesn't ask who paid it . She just nods , thanks him , and steps into the lobby . There , framed against the neon cop - shop lights , stood a figure . It's Charles . - Suit sharp enough to slice bread , legs for miles - same man , same shell , zero warmth . Yet for sex , he had neve once given Teresa a truly satisfying experience . No doubt his intimacy with Naomi was everything she had never had . Charles had heard Teresa's footsteps but noticed her hesitation . He turned , voice betraying nothing as he said simply , " Let's go . " His expression remained unreadable . Teresa couldn't care less what he thought . Yes , hitting George had been impulsive - but she didn't regret it . Gone were the days when she would have longed to walk beside him , to take his hand . Gone were the days when she would have longed to walk beside him , to take his hand . Now , they were two separate entities - him and her . His Rolls - Royce waited at the curb , but Teresa made no move toward it . Just as she raised her hand to hail a cab , Charles opened the passenger door . " Get in . We need to talk . " Teresa lowered her arm - but instead of taking the front seat , she opened the rear door herself and slid in. Charles blinked in surprise . He knew damn well Teresa would've killed for this kind of attention before . But now that he was actually trying ? She couldn't seem to care less . For a second Charles just stared , then slid into the back seat beside her . Teresa's brow furrowed slightly when he sat next to her . Teresa felt the old closeness like a bruise - his cologne laced with smoke , the scent she once craved now catching in her throat . The car filled with suffocating silence . As neither spoke , the air between them growing heavier by the minute . Charles cracked the window and lit a cigarette . Smoke curled toward Teresa on the draft , sending her into a coughing fit . Unable to bear it , she reached for the door - only for Charles to suddenly seize her wrist . His grip was loose , yet Teresa didn't resist . She settled back into the seat . " Must you smoke ? It's disgusting ? Her tone was sharp . Even as she spoke , she knew - had it been Naomi beside him , the cigarette would never have appeared . Especially not while supposedly trying for a second child Charles said nothing . After a long pause , he flicked the cigarette out the window and waited for the smoke to clear before rolling it up . Minutes passed before he imally spoke " Why did you do Teresa offered no justification " I acted accesling to my conscience . I stand by what I dNİ Charles's expression darkened . Your rela es Bu have przy considered Yolarla P P Chapter 29 A mark on Yolanda's record could alter her entire future - no amount of Logan influence could erase certain stains . Teresa had run that loop in the holding cell . Charles's anger was justified , though thankfully the police hadn't pursued charges . The fear still tasted metallic . " It won't happen again . " Another long beat . Then the quiet axe fell , " Truth is , you're not cut out to be Yolanda's mom . " One sentence , calm as weather , erased years of lullabies and fever watches . Teresa laughed - until the laugh cracked into tears . " Tell me , then - what more do you want ? " She's already handed over the villa , the child , the husband Charles just stared at Teresa , cool as a cucumber while she was practically fuming . They'd always been worlds apart . Even now , when they were butting heads , he stayed perfectly calm . " You haven't dropped Yolanda at school even once , " he pointed out . Teresa clenched her jaw , determined not to let him see her sweat . " Someone's always there to take her . " " But you're her mom . " Teresa almost did a double take . Was he serious ? One look at his face said he was . " Now you remember I'm her mother ? " She let out a bitter laugh . " Do I even count as one to you ? " She locked eyes with him , waiting for an answer she knew wouldn't come . Sure enough , he dodged the question . " Whatever's going on with you , you're still Yolanda's mother . Act like it ." Money's no issue for the Logans . Charles could raise Yolanda single - handed , but his kid also needs her mom's love . Lately Teresa had been acting downright unreasonable - couldn't even bother showing up for some Kindergarten activities . To his surprise , Teresa didn't argue . " Yolanda's my daughter , " she said calmly . " I know my duty . " Then she dropped the bomb , " If that's all , I'll be going ." No begging to stay like old times . No longing looks . Charles felt like he'd been sucker - punched . As she reached for the door , he blurted out , " There's a Thanksgiving celebration at school . Take Yolanda - I've got meetings . " Teresa paused . She'd already promised to take Monica . " Can't make it . Find someone else . " Before he could respond , she was out the door , hailing a cab like her life depended on it . " Sullivan Mansion , " she told the driver . Charles watched the taillights disappear , rubbing his temples . Since when did Teresa - who'd once lived for their daughter - become so … indifferent ? And toward him … Must be imagining things . He thought . His phone buzzed It's Naomi . " Charles , did you talk to Tereau ? Yolanda had begged Naomi to attend the celebration the moment it came out But Navon had a micrest in kiddir events between her studies and piano recitals " Shar's busy , " Diaries and flatly . Maped siglind dramatically I suppose I could camel any plate 14er ripped with lake plus came Chapter 29 The thought of wasting an afternoon with screaming toddlers made her want to scream herself . She'd much rather be the center of attention on stage . She expected Charles to say " Don't trouble yourself . " However , he agreed . Naomi's smile froze . " … Right . I'll take her then . "