Alex
But the burning liquor in my guts
Sent more hot sensations running down my spine as I clutched my arms over the rails of the window by the side.
My eyes blazed with fury. Grief twisted through me like an electric wire, each memory snagging and slicing until I couldn't breathe.
When I looked, she was no longer there.
Where the heck had she gone? Or was that just my imagination playing a fast one on me?
A sharp groan left my lips. I'll make sure she feels every ache she left behind in me, tenfold.
Causing me more pain, adding to that which her parents had already done to me ten years ago? That's not going to slide.
The moments when the media had to confront me at the company on my way to the police station, all came back into my mind; the questions, Each implication struck like hot nails driven into my temples, merciless, inescapable.
