Sookie wondered what to do now. She buried her troubles away and it was enough for her to take a glass of whiskey to her lips. Sookie just wanted to forget what happened inside for a few moments. Merely a few sips of the whiskey on her front porch. Forget she was going to end up with her own personal hell. “Just like me to enjoy killing someone, I really think I lost my marbles,” she murmured, before she threw back the shot and let the cool liquid burn.
No, she was not going to tell him what happened. Why have his life turned upside down by her problems? He looked to be...
Jason could tell it was something bothering her. “Sook…” He sighed, kneeling in front of her. “Sook, what’s wrong?” He...