That would have been the only time that Bree wasn’t awake and not by my side throughout our entire trip.
“Why was she always attached to me? She came off as clingy, but I thought it was because she cared about what I was going through. Now I know that that’s not the case, then why was she stuck up my arse so much?”
“Do you think Bree was also the one who planted the bra and stole the letter?” I asked, the voice pacing in my thoughts.
‘Yes!’
“But why?” I sighed and slumped over the steering wheel again, my arms wrapped around the wheel, hugging it.
“Why would she do all that? What did it matter who my father was to Bree? Why didn’t she want me here in Jasper for long? What was she preventing me from discovering?”
I had more questions than answers.
But now the bigger question was,
