Elizabeth boarded the bus alone the next morning, and found herself trembling a little as she sat down and stared down at her hands to try and avoid making eye contact with any of the people who had come up to her room the previous evening.
She screwed her eyes shut when the bus stopped outside of the motel, dreading the inevitable comments from Kat and what they would all say when they realised Brigid wasn’t there.
She felt that someone had dropped themselves down on the seat next to her, and she forced herself to open her eyes and confront whoever it was that had come to berate her.
“You seem cheerful today.”
Dave. As if he had ever spoken to her outside of taking her phone and threatening to get her sued for breaking the contract.
“I’m tired.”
“I bet you are,” he nudged her ribs w
