Kylie pov
I walked into the pub, my feet dragging with every step, though all I really wanted was to climb into the SUV and drive straight to Roberto’s house. I quickened my pace, ignoring the stares of the men scattered around the tables. It was early, but the smell of stale beer and the murmur of low voices made it feel like late afternoon. The bartender, a giant of a man, looked up with a deep sigh, his eyes narrowing as he saw me approach.
"You’ve got the wrong place, ma’am."
The word hit me like an ice-cold slap. Ma’am. The irony wasn’t lost on me—not when I was here to turn myself in, to confess the unspeakable. I didn’t even attempt to smile. "I’m Kylie Morgan. I’m here to speak with James Haye. Is there some way you could convey that to him?"
He stared at me, the silence stretc
