Chapter Thirty: A Personal Question

Beth

I tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as I could, but some of the steps always squeaked, no matter what. I poked my head in the living room, and saw Rafe still sleeping on the couch. His frame was much too long for the sofa, and he looked hella uncomfortable, with one leg hanging off the side, and one foot propped over the arm rest, while his head was cranked at an uncomfortable angle.

I felt so bad for him. He’d done his best to give Lucy a nice day, and the universe had turned around and kicked him with the chimney fire at the hotel. A fire that I still felt partially responsible for, no matter what he said about it not being my fault.

And the hole in the ceiling in his room… that was definitely my fault. I crept into the living room, not because I wanted to be a creeper, but bec……