Abigail
I had a knack for driving myself into a freaking corner.
Why had I even mentioned travelling on Valentine's Day?
Now Finnegan's emerald orbs were fixed on me, narrowed in suspicion. All it would take would be a few more questions, and he would find I was the woman on the plane that he had fucked. I didn't burn that envelope just so I could slip and mess up with my own freaking mouth.
"Uhm, my grandparents," I mumbled, quickly swiping through my tablet to find something work-related to bring up.
"Oh," His shoulders deflated, and he leaned back in his seat. "And your parents?"
My fingers shook over the screen of the tablet slightly. Cole's words from yesterday replayed in my head.
"The witness is dead," He whispered when I met up with him in a café not far from home. "They know we're looking. You have to lay low, okay? Don't go around digging."
"Who are they?! Who the fuck is trying to cover my parents' death? What exactly did my parents even see?"
