บท 28: Chapter 28: INNOCENT AS HELL

Sleep didn't come easy that night, and knowing Flynn was sleeping a few feet from the house was even more unsettling. Buster began to whimper at my door, so I rolled out of bed and pulled on my robe. I padded downstairs and into the kitchen. Opening the door, I saw Flynn standing outside his RV, the inside light shining out into the darkness and casting a long shadow of him in my direction. He was talking on his phone. It was the dead of night and he was out there in the dark, talking on his phone.

Buster barked and ran over to him, and my heart ached in my chest. The last thing I wanted was another angry conversation with Flynn. He glanced up and pulled his phone from his ear. He held it mid-air and stared over at me. Placing the phone back to his ear, I heard, "I'll call you back," before he ended his call and shoved his cell into his left jacket pocket. Flynn stalked toward me, and I was rooted to the spot. I was tired and angry and sad. There was no fight left in me that night.