I lean up against the wall, exhausted. The stone wall is cold, penetrating through my brown leather crop coat. I am thankful they let me wash up and change before the questioning. To get rid of the smell of Jules. It was messing with my head.
I feel like I am obsessing over him.
It's unhealthy.
"Sugar," Dolly is right beside me, popping her gum, making me jump. I glance at her outfit and raise a brow, my eyes going wide. She is in a hot orange bikini and roller skates, thigh-high cotton socks. "I think they bought it."
I stopped wondering about her fashion choices, no point.
"Jules did not," I laugh, even though it's not funny. I have been questioned for hours, a blinding white light in my face. I am coming to realize that Millicent is a hard a*s with a long stick up her rear end. Thi
