Chapter Twenty-Two
Ashleigh
Sutton takes me home and brings me inside. I’m too exhausted to protest. It’s the kind of exhaustion that hollows me out.
Sutton puts me in the shower and washes my hair. Then he puts me in an armchair clad only in one of his white T-shirts. He brings me a steaming cup of tea, but I can’t drink anything. I’m tired but plagued by an agitation that makes it impossible to rest.
He stands in front of me. “Tell me where you’re from.”
“No.”
“You don’t have family that could help you?”
“I told you. My secrets are my own.”
“Not if you’re in danger on the streets. If nothing else, Ky proved that much. I care about you.”
“The way Mr. Monopoly cares?”
“Yes, damn it. Is that so wrong? Why can we pay money but not give a damn?”
“I don’t owe you this. You didn’t bu
