Chapter Seventeen
The detective’s visit was enough to send the average girl into a comfort food binge with the curtains drawn to shut out the cruel world.
On top of the break-in, seeing Pastor Tom's dead body that still haunted me, the bomb threat at the hotel, and then the cherry on top of my life was Mason and Brandon. I wanted to shut the world off and crawl back in bed and pull the covers up. Yeah, that sounded good.
Before I knew it, I was crying. I soaked a few tissues before deciding I couldn’t wallow in tears all day. My eyes were scratchy and felt hot. I had to get my mind off everything, particularly the inner voice ringing in my head that I might have made a terrible mistake letting Brandon go without more of a fight.
There wasn’t enough sheet music nor movies to get my
