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That fucker! My hands shook I balled thee of her bed, shaking , preferably him Like when I’d seen her in the hospital, I wished he was alive so I could beat the ever-loving shit out of hi dead After what he’d done to Macy, to Calida, he’d needed to suffer as they suffered As she still suffers

I took another look at Calida, letting out a forced breath The sight of the tattoo and the top of that scar fed the hate and all-consuhon the cold water, I splashed some on my face

I wanted her words, and subsequent pictures that for information you needed to know, but didn’t want to have

How could she continue to live here? To willingly stay in a place that brought her so much pain I’d learned the truth secondhand, and the suffocation of that knowledge had been instant She’d experienced it, yet continued to live in the re his life?

My sto exhales Blood pounded in hter I fought against the overwhel wall

I looked up at rip!”

Thankfully, Calida had passed out, so she couldn’t seeit I’d wanted her to talk to ot, even if it took her being wasted for it to happen She’d let h it

I turned off the water and grabbed one of the hand towels sitting on the counter to dry offbusy would be good for me

Chapter 27

Calida

My head throbbed Blinking even seemed to hurt Myover made my stomach scream I felt like shit I was in ot here

“You’re up”

Malcolm stood in the doorway Why was he here? Shit what happened last night? He looked tired, really tired

“How are you feeling?”

I eased myself up “Like crap”