Chapter 108

Lola

The room was small and dark, just like her heart. It was no wonder why she chose secluded places like this to hide. She hadn't run out of money, however, out here in the woods, where the cops might not give so much attention, was a place she sought temporary succour.

“It's nice meeting you again, Lyra,” I flapped my black leather jacket behind me, plopping down on the wooden chair that I offered myself.

She pressed a switch, giving the room some form of illumination. Ants crawled in a straight line from the edge of her mattress with crumbs of leftover bread.

The smell of rotten...