Madison Frost
“You’re lying,” I cried, tears freely falling. “My father would never leave me!”
Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Mads, it's the truth. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I scoffed. “That’s a load of bullshit, and we both know it. If it's true, show me his body,” I demanded.
“Yes, as the next of kin, Miss Frost must identify the body and make further arrangements,” Mr. Thorton said. “But first, I demand that there be an investigation. I will bring in some of Grimm’s best, if I must.”
I clenched my fist, ready to explode. He wouldn’t let me see him, and now, he’s claiming he took his own life.
“That won’t be possible…”
He didn’t finish before I lunged at him, my fists connecting with his hard chest.
“I fuckin’ hate you!” I screamed. “You fuckin’ piece of s**t!”
