Chapter 94 Guilty Blonde
- Adam gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. The city lights blurred through his tears, the windshield streaked with rain or maybe it was just him losing focus.
- His jaw clenched as he drove, each breath shallow and ragged.
- “I hate alcohol,” he muttered under his breath, voice cracking. “But maybe that’s enough to burn the pain out tonight.”