Chapter 42 Teach Me How To Handle A Gun

• This past few weeks have been going great, with no problems whatsoever, Sandra has laid low, and for the time being. Alex's warning scared the shit out of her.
• Laura was feeling restless, her hormones are not tempering Justice with mercy. She stood from her sitting position on the big bed covered with a red bedspread and began pacing around.
• She mistakenly knock down a file that was on the mini drawer beside the bed. She would have kept it back if it didn't have her father's name written in bold letters.