Chapter 13 Call Me Mommy

• Rain lashed the motel roof like fists from the sky.
• Inside, Liam sat cross-legged on the frayed carpet, bloodstained bandages wrapped around his arm, his shirt soaked through. The room smelt like sweat and mixed in rust, The kind of place that didn’t get visitors because of its unique, unusual scent.
• But she found him anyway. It was a shame that he forgot she owned his company and his location was linked to the PC in the office. It was useless running away.