Page 3 of One Last Chance

“You got a long way to go carrying that case,” I pointed out. “Let me help you with it. I’ll take it halfway, ease some of the burden for you.”

Daisy kept walking, not answering, trying to pretend that I wasn’t next to her. I must admit, she was doing quite a fine job in the ignoring department too. But her arms were starting to shake. When the bottles in the box started clanking together, threatening to break, I took the box from her.

“Woah, woah! That’s a lot of money gone if you drop it. I got it, it’s okay. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

I turned and took a couple steps, but didn’t hear her come with me. I turned around to find her still standing there, trembling and glaring at me like I’d just stepped out of a Stephen King movie.

“No.” She almost spat the word.

“What?”

She stormed up to me and snatched the case back out of my hands “I said no. You listen and you listen good, Kash Lawson. You stay away from me and what’s left of my family or so help me god I will put you in the ground with Hunter.”

She walked away and didn’t look back. A detached numbness washed over me, coating my insides before my heart shattered.

She thought I killed him.

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