Chapter 31Hennessy
Chapter Thirty-One
HENNESSY
“Henny? Henny, what is it?” Walker asks, squatting down next to me as I sob at my father’s desk. Every glance at one of the photos makes me heave and shudder and drip anew.
I can’t talk, I can only shake my head. “Please, you’re scaring me…”
I hear her pushing buttons on her phone.
“James, I need you at the pub. Right now. It’s Hennessy.
Something’s wrong. Something’s really, really wrong.” No truer words have ever been said.
“Do you want me to call Bryan?” Walker asks once she’s disconnected the call.
This only makes me sob harder. I shake my head.
My cool, prickly, stiff sister throws her arms around me and pulls me to her chest. She runs a hand along the length of my hair while she pats my back.
“Shh,” she whispers soothingly in my ear. “Shh. I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay, Henny. Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay. I swear it.”
If only that could be true.