Chapter 312 Beach House

• Mae POV
• The clock on the dash of the car is broken. I have been watching the sky, trying to keep track of the hours that have passed in the car but it is impossible to tell.
• Francesca has only made one stop for gas and she refused to let me out of the car. Jameson's body is being to get stiff from rigor mortis. I am desperate to get away from his body. Despite my efforts to not to look at him, I keep glancing at the dead body from the corner of my eyes.