Chapter 67. Beach House

Mae’s POV

The clock on the dash of the car is broken. I have been watching the sky, trying to keep track of the hours that have passed in the car but it is impossible to tell.

Francesca has only made one stop for gas and she refused to let me out of the car. Jameson’s body is being to get stiff from rigor mortis. I am desperate to get away from his body. Despite my efforts to not to look at him, I keep glancing at the dead body from the corner of my eyes.

My father hasn’t said a word to Francesca or me since the accident. In the dim light of the car I can see a large lump forming on his forehead and blood dripping from wounds on his neck. I reach forward and lay my hand on his shoulder, but he shrinks away from me.

The reaction is not missed by Francesca, and she laughs hysterically. “Do you really think he cares for you?”

“He is my father,” I snap back at Francesca.

“That doesn’t mean he loves you,” she grumbles.

My father glances in