Chapter 58

• A smear of red was on the edge of the kitchen counter, and I didn’t need to get any closer to know what that was, but I moved, going further into the room.
• Nausea churned in my stomach, but I had to keep a professional cool. I couldn’t let it out, even though the very thought that she might be somehow hurt made my skin crawl with anger.
• A bright pink handbag was on the floor, surrounded by its scattered contents. A Chapstick, a purse that I recognised as Lottie’s, a few receipts, and a packet of Jelly Babies.