A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood
Unwillingly pulling away, I glanced at the main entrance with a deeply grieved face, “...They are here, Kristine.”
“Let me grab my things.” She took a deep breath, giving me a stern nod to hold myself and went upstairs to gather her personal belongings.
The ones she got from her own money.
The sight deeply hurt me yet I solidified my heart to not lose yet and teach that bastard a lesson after I deal with this ordeal.
A few minutes later, we stood on the driveway as the lead officer stepped forward, a roll of yellow tape in his hand.
“Don’t glare at me, Mr. Nightwood,” he cleared his throat, though he wouldn't meet my eyes. “I’m merely doing my job.”
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