Chapter 137: A Rant or Two

Charlotte I was pacing the living room to the point where I was sure my legs would leave skid marks permanently on the carpet, and maybe even the wood underneath. My thoughts had been spinning like a whirlwind, unable to focus on anything other than the gnawing feeling that Damien was hiding something from me. Why was I still dwelling on him? It was the way Kathy had lowered her eyes in the meeting earlier that day that I thought was the deal breaker. Why was she scared? It should have been Harold she was scared of, since he was the boss, right? I had tried to convince myself that I was overreacting, that my suspicions were just a product of my insecurities, but the more I thought about it, the more the pieces didn’t fit. The lack of personal effects in his apartment, the half-empty closet—it all pointed to something else, something he wasn’t telling me. Yes, he had said he was living with his cousin, but I needed to do something. I needed to know something, otherwise, my mind would s