Chapter 38
- Tessa’s POV:
- The next day, another man came in. Not kind. Not tired. Just angry.
- He stomped in like the floor owed him something, slamming the tray of food down so hard the water sloshed out of the cup and dripped onto the cement. He smelled of sweat and smoke and stale beer, nothing like the one before, the one who at least looked at me like I was human.