Chapter Forty-Two
Chris Ashcroft opened one eye. Hunched over his desk in the barn-turned garage, the lights still on, he lifted his head with all the strength he could muster. Every movement brought with it pain. "Jesus! What did I do?"
"Nothing good, I can tell you that much." Amy stood in the doorway; her arms crossed.
"What time is it?" He didn't want to physically look up for the agony it would incur. Chris tried to think back to last night. The last thing he remembered was punching Aidan in the mouth.
"Coming up nine in the morning. " Amy glared at him. "You don't even remember, do you?" Her voice came strained, annoyed. "You don't recall being carried by your friends and put in that chair. I'm quitting uni. I can't leave you here like this."
Wanting to comfort his distressed da
