Chapter 7
Hank knew this was the wrong thing to do for so many reasons. For one, he was leaving little Addison by herself. There was no excuse for that, even if it was late at night and the little girl, stomach empty but tired, had been fast asleep when he had crept out of the little fleabag room they shared half an hour ago. Hank promised himself he’d be back before she woke up, and she would never know he’d even gone. Where was the harm in that?
Except visions of Addison waking, alone in a gloomy room, the only illumination a sock-monkey nightlight Hank had plugged into the wall, dogged his every step. He pictured the terrified look on the little girl’s face. Would she cry out for him? Or would she remain silent, keeping her own counsel, brown eyes wide with fear and thinking this late
