I stared at the strange woman sleeping on my bed. I had no idea who she was, and she had no idea who I was. I only knew that Katherine had a daughter. I did a quick background check, and found that she was not a threat, so she was off my radar. I never thought I would end up with this woman, instead of her mother.
My palm brushed aside the strands of her dark brown hair that covered her face. Her cheeks were dirty with smudged mascara. There were dried tear tracks on both of her cheeks. She must have spent the whole day crying before falling asleep from exhaustion. Her chin, neck, and the front of her dress were dirty with dried blood. The bastard's blood had splattered on her face and the front of her dress when I shot the man to save her.
My feet suddenly moved to grab a washcloth in
