The Account Under the Bed
“Chloe.
God.
You scared me.” He tried for a smile.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“Jim,” I said quietly.
“Julian’s asleep upstairs.
It’s just us.”
Something in my tone wiped the smile off his face.
“Chloe.
God.
You scared me.” He tried for a smile.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“Jim,” I said quietly.
“Julian’s asleep upstairs.
It’s just us.”
Something in my tone wiped the smile off his face.