Asher Keating, who was driving, was stunned for a moment when he heard her last sentence. He then laughed speechlessly. 'This girl really is something else.'
He had left the moment he saw Leah Sinclair curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees. He didn't know why he felt a sense of urgency.
But seeing her curled up into a small ball, he suddenly had the urge to hold her.
The monitor screen was black. A moment later, he heard the CLICK of a lighter. Leah hadn't turned on the lights.
In night vision mode, he saw Leah light a cigarette—one of the ones he had left there before. He couldn't help but step on the gas.
After finishing the cigarette, Leah Sinclair just sat on the floor in a daze. The lights were still off. The glow from the balcony outside barely penetrated the darkness, and she had no idea how long she'd been sitting there.
