He isn’t my savior.
Enough.
Enough is enough.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
BRAD
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“Have you seen Caylee?”I ask Amy, after waiting for her to return after seeing Trinity out.If one more of her relatives or that fucking boyfriend of hers has shown up again, I’ll—
“She took Trinity downstairs, as her dad had disappeared.”
I freeze.
Amy doesn’t look up from her screen, which is lucky because I’m sure my face has gone pale.
Today is pickup day, and it went without saying Mr.Rockfield would be off walking and talking.I’ve observed him doing it out the window for eighteen long months.
It was one of the reasons Trinity was perfect for...being picked up.
And fucking Caylee has gone down there?
“That was fifteen minutes ago,” Amy adds, glancing up this time as my heart blood pressure rises rapidly.
Fuck.
Think, think, think.
I stare at Amy while my brain clams up.
What the fuck do I do?
The urge to run down there and see if she is okay almost overtakes me.I glance at the door, swallow, lick my lips and then rub them together.
