DAMIEN
I sat in my car, parked just outside the law firm.
The rain had been falling steadily for the past hour, leaving streaks across the glass and creating a gloomy atmosphere that perfectly matched my mood.
I was here to meet with the lawyer who would be helping Aunt Amelia get out of jail, but the very thought of it made my stomach twist with anger. I wasn’t ready for this meeting—nor was I prepared to face the reality of what I was being forced to do.
I glanced down at my watch, the cold silver face showing that I was still a few minutes early. I hated being early—hated having to sit here with nothing to do but think about how much I didn’t want to be here.
Where could Aunt Amelia be? I wondered, my jaw tightening at the thought of her. She should have been here by now.
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