Chapter 29
BRETT
Elsie has called me a ‘prick’ more than once… and she was right.
I am a prick. Just not enough to blow off this.
In the late morning hours of a cloudy Wednesday morning, I drop a kiss to her forehead as she sits there, wide-eyed after the phone call. Abandoning the gesture before my lips can travel any farther, I sweep my legs over the side of the mattress, rushing into the bathroom to freshen up before I head down to the police station to face a building full of cops. And God knows what else.
I don’t want to think about what’s happened. And I don’t want to drag Elsie into it.
Not now.
Kayla still doesn’t know about us, a secret I know Elsie is intent on keeping. Almost a decade of not seeing Elsie hasn’t squelched a thing from the past—least of all, my desire. But
