MIA’S POV
“Did you find him?” I asked Dawn, who was out of breath and tired.
“Mia, he’s at the club, Marvin called, and he sounded worried about him. I don’t like the idea of Griffin being at the club. The last time he went to the club to drink was when Jocelyn was still alive. He never went there to drink.” all the bad stuff that happened came rushing like a speedy car and crash into me, knocking the life out of me.
I know he suffered, more than what a normal person should suffer, but going to the club on the day we buried Gretha, only spells trouble, pain and suffering.
“Dawn,” I was out of breath, I need to get to him and fast.
“Go, I will stay here and look after Rosie.” Dawn grab my shoulders and pulled me in for a hug.
“Your the only one who can save him now, please.” I nodded,
