Chapter 7
Mary
“So close. You’ve been so close. This whole time?” Brandon stutters, and though I didn’t think it was possible, more guilt stacks in my chest. The man who is always cool, calm, and collected is stammering over his words.
“Yes.”
“What have you done for money?”
I swallow and sit on my bed. “Am I talking to you, Brandon, or the cop, Brandon?”
“Me, Brandon. Always, Mary. It’s always just me.”
He sits across from me, long legs crossed. And I smile for a second at how uncomfortable he looks. “Sorry my accommodations aren’t more comfortable.”
“I’d sit on glass to talk to you. Stop stalling.”
My head bobs, and I oblige. “After I left you that note, I ran. No destination in mind. I just knew I had to leave. I ended up here and went to check into a room for the night. Betty t
