Talia's POV

I ran into the room where his clothes lay neat and folded on the bed. I searched through the pockets if there was anything that could help. Maybe inhalers or whatever.

There was nothing but crisp new bills, and a folded, rolled one. I opened up to see the remains of white powder.

Vance had taken to abusing drugs. But that didn't explain the bleeding.

I went back to the living room and he was already gasping for air.

I ran to the kitchen to get more water and poured it on him. By the time I was done, he was spitting and cursing.

“Clothes.” He demanded.

I...