Brad
I heard Mia come into the house. I heard her call my name—but I ignored it.
At first.
But then it began to eat at me. The look on her face. The hurt in her eyes. I had to go to that room. I knocked, but she didn’t answer. Then I heard the shower running and just… walked inside.
I shouldn’t have. It was an invasion of her privacy, and she could have walked out naked.
I just needed to see that she was okay. That her mother was doing fine. But I should have known she wouldn’t tell me a damn thing. Not after what I did.
Now it’s been five days. Monday has come and passed, and she hasn’t shown. Does that mean something happened? Or was she just telling me that so she could leave—though she could have anyway?
I shake my head and try to focus on the meeting.
“Mr. Turner,” Frank says,
