~CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO~
The warmth evaporates from my body like someone opened a window in winter.
The shower is running. Hardin is already inside, water crashing against tile like nothing in the world is burning down. Of course he is calm. He always is.
He should be handling this.
He’s the one who killed him.
A dry scoff escapes my lips as I dial Sophia back.
She answers immediately. “Mrs. Amelia! What happened to your phone? I’ve been blowing it up. And are you okay? I heard you were ambushed on your way from the restaurant yesterday.”
I sit up, pulling the sheet to my chest. “Oh my God. How does news fly so fast?”
“You should be more worried about what everyone is saying,” she says sharply.
My stomach tightens. “And that is?”
She lowers her voice into business mode. “Mrs. Amelia
