His instincts told him he should stay the hell away from her. That he was on a road paved to hell, but he couldn’t stay away. He’d watched her every night for a month, played a silent game with her of pretending the other didn’t exist, and it never worked. He wanted to know the secret behind her eyes. He wanted to know why she carried a gun at night, ordered a glass of Johnny Walker Blue she never drank, and why she carried so much pain inside.

Auteur: Nina D'Angelo