Chapter 91

Manny stood at the front doot ringing the bell repeatedly, yet he got no answer. His worry crept up to a boiling point, and he was moments away from dialing 911 when the door finally creaked open.

What he saw next nearly sent chills down his spine Quintessa, pale as a ghost and trembling, stood on the threshold. It looked like the had just stepped out of the shower, with her hair still dripping; her body was weak and shaking

Manny quickly reached out, grabbing Quintessa’s hand and steadying her as he guided her inside. “What’s wrong with you? Stomach acting up again?

Quintessa didn’t answer his question. “Got a smoke? I need one.

Will a dude’s brand do?

Surre

Manny fumbled in his pockets and extracted his own pack of cigarettes, then he carefully pulled one out and offered it to Quintessa before flicking his lighter and igniting the tip.

her stomach was unbearably painful,

habit.

of fear and concern. “Quinn, you look terrible. How are you feeling?”

and said, “Fetch me some antacids,

and the harsh scent

taking you to the hospital for a check–up. I have a relative who works

the ordeal with Tyrone, the slightest warmth

“Alright,” she conceded.

we head out

she nodded in agreement.

she returned, Manny caught a glimpse of marks on her neck and quickly looked away; in the meantime he felt anger stirring within him. ‘What kind of man is Tyrone

knew she was in pain–deep, relentless pain

1–I ran into Mr. York downstairs.”

“Mhm.”

I told him about our plan to frame

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