Chapter Seventeen
“You’ve got to hear this,” Trent said, casting a look at Adalia over his shoulder.
She followed behind him, dragged her feet actually, squeezing her eyes closed then opening them again. She’d spent the past few nights at the hospital and the beds there were uncomfortable. A few of the nurses had offered to give her a ride back to her house. She’d said no, of course. All she cared about was Isaac, watching him deteriorate was like being stabbed in the heart repeatedly.
“Trent, why are we here?” She scraped a hand through her hair. He’d picked her up at the hospital half an hour ago and had driven her to the grey building just outside of town. She had no idea what it was and he wouldn’t tell her, but he wiggled like a puppy dog on c***k.
God damn, she needed a cup of co
