CHAPTER 88

hurt

POV: Maddison

It was a short drive to Mr Winston's estate in uptown Manhattan. I gasped as her car rolled into the compound, taking in the marble statues situated at each side of the large home and the marble fountain spewing water in front of the building.

"Do you think he's home?" I asked, getting out of the car, my shoes made crunching noises because of the gravel stoned path.

She sniffed the air for a bit and grimaced, her face twisting into a displeased frown. "Oh, he's home alright." And under her breath, muttered, "and he has company."

I straightened my pants and realized in horror that I was still in my pjs.

Too late to change my mind now because Gwyn's Chevrolet was already geared up to leave.

"You're on your own now, kid!" Was the last thing Gwyn said as she waved me good bye, restarted the engine and drove off.

I took a deep breath, practiced a calming mantra and walked up to the front door in slow precise steps.

I swallowed another breath, tried to put a stop to my he