#Chapter73

The storm

Bella

Andrew took me home. We had to tell Dad about Christian. He was less than thrilled.

“That dickless, spineless, worthless piece of shit! I should have left him to rot in that dumpster, but no, I had to do the right thing to set a good example. This is where doing the right thing backfires. If you ever have kids, Bella, and someone hurts them, make sure you hide the body,” he told me.

“Isn’t that murder?”

“Only if you don’t hide the body and get caught. Don’t get caught.”

My dad was giving me his blessing on a felony.

“So, now what?” I asked.

“Tomorrow,...