*~~Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

I rushed out of the taxi and headed straight for the cafe doors. I would have been here sooner but logan had turned a quick shower into let’s have a quickie and now he’s headed to the hospital- where I’ll need to be in an hour- and I’m hurrying to meet with a soon-to-be widow. Um, I mean.... a disgruntled woman. Who has been through so much?

To my luck, it seemed like she was just arriving so perhaps she’d lied to get me here quicker. I couldn’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to wait to discuss my dying husband’s illness or my missing daughters. I took a spot while she was at the counter, and asked myself to breathe a little better. I might be able to pull off being here earlier thing.

She turns, scanning the room. And when she spotted me, I waved a little. She smiles, but her eyes are sort of empty. Even though her husband was an asshole, I believe he wasn’t always like that. This disease, it truly fucks with a person. Turning a once good man or woman, although it is