CHAPTER 85: HOW HEAVY IS THE TRUTH

Christen rushed up the stairs, throwing herself against the door as she banged it in urgency. Her head had been so full she forgot to take her jacket with her when she left the house, and walking in the nippy cold had left her chilly. But there were other things to worry about. Things that kept her from enjoying the rest of the party or falling asleep as her mind wouldn’t stop racing. 

She banged again, calling for Vincent, wondering if he was asleep. She hadn’t thought about that. It was pretty late at night, and though he wasn't an early sleeper, she couldn't see any of the lights on in the house. She was desperate and needed to talk to someone before she folded in on herself. Vincent was the next best thing. 

Relief filled her when she saw a light come on before the door opened, and a sleepy eyes Vincent stood in front of her.&