Chapter 92

• LENNOX
• Sleep eludes me as my mind is consumed by thoughts of the stalker. I yearn to uncover their identity, so that if they ever come close to Ashton, I can apprehend them and maybe even knock out a few of their teeth.
• In an attempt to distract myself, I pour a cup of coffee, turn on my iPad, and stretch out in the booth. The bus is divided between those asleep from a marijuana high and those passed out from the drama. Aside from Davin, who is driving, only two other people are awake.