CHAPTER 14: Bad decisions
Sheriff Kent's office looked smaller in broad daylight. It was a squat brick building with peeling white paint and a flag that flapped lazily in the coastal breeze. The last time I was here with Hattie was after Jackson went into a coma. It was late at night, and I was too strung up with grief to take in the environment.
I stood outside for a good minute, clutching my purse tighter than necessary, wondering if this was a good idea.
It might not be. But I've already made too many bad decisions lately. One more wouldn’t kill me.
When I finally pushed through the glass doors, I was hit with the warm air, and the faint smell of coffee and old paper.
I walked up to the deputy behind the desk. He looked up as soon as I cleared my throat.
He stared at me. I was
