Page 17 of Sinner: Before Rain

Ignoring him, I finish doing up my jeans and reach into my pants pocket for my cash. I toss a couple hundred dollar bills on the bed behind me and leave.

He’s used to me.

But this is not something that I am used to.

The overwhelming urgency.

And it all stems from a name.

Rain Mills.

You are coming home.

You. Are. Mine.

The End.