Trenton Smith slightly shook off the blood from his hand, asking, "How is she now?"
"She's fine." McKinney White nodded in Norris Moore's direction, indicating for Trenton to see, "She's asleep."
Trenton turned his head to look at Norris Moore curled up in the backseat, sleeping soundly.
He remembered the first thing she said to him when he arrived.
[Why did you come?]
It was not "You came," but "Why did you come?"
Her calm tone, with a hint of surprise, chilled him to the core.
Trenton closed his eyes, suppressing the bone-deep chill in his heart, opened the car door, and got in.
"Get some people to clean up the place later," Trenton sat in the car and pulled Norris into his arms, his gaze dropping to her bruised face and handprint, his eyes darkening, "Don't go in, it's not a pretty sight."
