CHAPTER 35

Sutton I didn’t say a word on the way home, nor as we walked from the car into my trailer. I set my purse on the table and just stood there staring at the wall. Mark made a sound that seemed half frustration and half empathy. I knew that he wanted to reach me, to comfort me. But I was too far lost in my own thoughts. Taking my arm, Mark led me to my room and undressed me like I was a child incapable of doing it on my own. I could hardly remember my mother doing such a thing for me, and...