KAREN
"Drugs, Karen,"
Henley's voice echoed in my head as I stared blankly at my computer screen. Apparently I still haven't digested the news properly.
How could I?
I see no reason why Jason would want to destroy my family and all we have worked for. I just don't get it.
None of it makes any sense.
I force myself to concentrate on the task at hand which is finding out for myself if Henley is right. I don't want to believe him, even though a small but significant part of me believes everything he told me.
Why would Henley lie against his brother? To paint a bad image of him, maybe?
Jason's image is rotten where I'm concerned.
Henley is not the kind of man who back bites and certainly not the type to spread rumors about his rival just to get the girl.
No, he's not that type of person.
There's a stiff muscle in my neck and shoulder that makes itself known as I type in a search word. Turning my head this way and that, I wait for search results. As expected, nothing unusual pops up
