Leslie had only one family member—Bethany.
And Sullivan knew that Bethany would come begging for help. He'd already crossed the line, so what difference did it make to do one more despicable thing?
Sullivan's car had been parked outside the gates of Nox University for what felt like hours.
It was blocking traffic and causing a scene. Students walked by, pointing and cursing him out, but he didn't care. He was waiting.
Yet as the sky darkened into night, the call he expected from Bethany never came.
Two days passed in a blur, but still, no word from her. No begging, no pleading.
With every passing hour, Sullivan grew more and more irritable, feeling as if he were trapped in some maddening, vicious cycle.
"Sullivan, you're home! I made your favorite—filet mignon..."
That night, as Su
