Maggie dragged herself through the front door of the inn, every step like moving through quicksand. For the first time in months, she felt as exhausted as she had back in California, and she just wanted to fall face-first into bed for about fourteen hours. It was a good reminder that she was a long way from truly healed, but she figured she got a pass after the day she’d endured.
By the time the interview was finished, Xander had had enough evidence to charge Bradley with statutory r**e by an authority figure. Maggie hadn’t revealed her own connection to him, and Xander hadn’t asked, though it was obvious he’d figured it out. It didn’t matter. The son of a b***h would finally get what he deserved. Maggie just hated that it would be at the expense of another innocent teenage girl.
Her han
