Page 43 of Lake
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For some reason, that kind of clued me into the fact that my brain knew more than I was willing to admit. Because if they weren’t doing anything wrong or illegal, then it shouldn’t matter if Detective Mullins had it out for them.
I climbed the stairs but the moment I stepped into Lake’s room, I almost didn’t want to be there. My bag went flying in the direction of the bed and I turned on my heels.
I felt like I was choking and just wanted to breathe some fresh air and clear my head.
The case.
My broke as fuck car.
The visit from the detective.
And the fact that I was stuck miles away from home.
It all filled my head weighing me down because I felt like the more I tried to climb myself out, the more shit got thrown on top of me.
