Chapter 46 – I Need To Find Tilda
- JAMES
- I found Kristie slumped over a cup of coffee at the dining table, her fingers absently tracing the rim of the porcelain mug. She was still in last night’s clothes—wrinkled, stained, and reeking faintly of perfume and alcohol. Bruises marred her arms, and her lower lip looked slightly swollen.
- I stopped in my tracks, studying her. “What the hell happened to you?”