Alice
It had been the longest twenty four hours of my life. And my ordeal hadn’t even really even started to begin.
My dad, father had done exactly what I had counted on. He had got me outer of Vegas and in the air on the way back to New York within an hour of my frantic tear filled phone call.
It had meant an hour walking around the strip, crying and looking hopeless and my face swelled but I couldn’t drop the pretence. By the time a car had pulled up for me I was a pitiful snotting mess.
Tourists and locals alike had given me a wide berth, obviously thinking I was some crazy woman, which I was or maybe they just didn’t care.
But it was all beginning to come together. As the car pulled to a stop outside what I was presuming was another of my fathers houses, further away from the city
