Chapter twenty-six

Alex

Have I done the wrong thing? I questioned myself for what it seem like the upteenth time as I drove her home with me. She wasn't safe, she would've been dead if I hadn't showed up. That I knew, but I shouldn't have offered to take her home with me. When I was clearly uncomfortable around her.

But now, no going back to my words. She would be hurt and disappointed if I inform her she couldn't come with me. And worse, if she return to that house, she would get killed. And I doubt if she had any penny with her.

Guess I would just have to deal with her living with me. I muttered as I returned my eyes to her.

I studied her profile for a while from my rear view mirror. She was on an oversize grey sweatshirt and baggy torn shots. Clothes any sane lady wouldn't dare to put on. She had her eyes glued at the window,