Chapter 21I sat at my desk, my forehead resting against the heels of my hands.
The level in the bottle was significantly decreased, but it had failed in helping me forget the afternoon’s events. Feeling the cold metal of the trigger beneath my finger. Hearing the gunshot. Seeing the colt crumple to the ground.
Over and over again.
The colt was gone; was I to assume Geo was gone as well?
This was John all over again, and I cursed myself for being all kinds of a fool for allowing Geo to engage my affections when his prolonged absence made it more than clear he cared nothing for me.
I was tired of it. When next he returned, I would tell him…
I groaned. I would tell him nothing. He would return because of the debt owed him, not because he cared for me.
Staring wistfully at the door, I i
