CHAPTER 16: Size does matter
The air outside the precinct felt heavy, thick with humiliation and the faint taste of frustration that still caught in my throat.
Of all the people that could have walked into that office today, it had to be him. Bastian. He must think I was really sheriff Kent's mistress. Why should I care what he thought anyway? As much as I wished to wipe the memory of that moment from my mind, I was glad they arrived when they did. Who knows what that dirty bastard could have done to me?
I walked faster, quickening my steps, ignoring stares and greetings until I reached the only place that still felt remotely safe: my flower shop.
The faint scent of withering plants greeted me as soon as I stepped inside. I hadn't been here since Jackson. I began to clean up, partly
