Chapter Fifty-Seven
Quinn arrives back at the apartment just before midnight. His meeting with the old lawman only raised more questions, sent his mind whirling. And now he has to face Holly after skipping out on the anniversary dinner and not returning her calls.
It was a jerk move, not responding. He’s sabotaging the one good thing in his life.
Before he left the nursing home, the retired sheriff wheeled close to Quinn, and said, “You look like him.”
“Look like who?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence, son.”
Now, Quinn takes a deep breath, ready to accept his fate with Holly, and opens the apartment door.
Inside is dark. He slaps on the light.
And he realizes all of her things are gone. It’s over.
He’s alone. And maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be.