Lark was exiting her bedroom at her parent’s home early Friday morning carrying a suitcase and her father met her in the hall pulling his own along.
“I don’t want to go,” she whispered nervously. “Doug has ruined Houston for me.”
“I know honey but the sooner we get this done, the better. I need to meet with my investigators and get set up before Monday’s meeting.”
“I don’t want to see Doug.” She admitted as they made their way out of the house in the quiet of the dawn. She let her dad take her suitcase and put it in the trunk of the car.
“Is it because you’re afraid of what he will do when he realizes you are already with someone else?” her father asked her curiously as he rounded the car to the driver’s side. “Last night was the first night you slept home all week. It’s a little late
