Michaela’s POV.
Now, not much leaves me speechless. But I am utterly speechless.
“What? I am so sorry, Candy. What happened to her? How did she know him?” I ask as I turn and grab an empty beer bucket and fill it with Corona and a grab a fresh bottle of vodka because I know we are going to need these to get through this.
“Shall we sit in one of the booths?” I ask her as gently as I can. I can see the heartbreak on her face as she bites her bottom lip to stop it from quivering and nods her head. She is barely holding it together.
We walk to one of the booths closest to the stage. I carry the bucket under my arm and the bottle of vodka in my free hand. We sit down in silence and I wait for her to begin. I’m not a heartless monster. Maybe that is why she was sad the night she warned me.
