CHAPTER THREE
DREW
We end up stopping at a little bed and breakfast outside of Bakersfield about four hours into our drive. It’s the perfect sanctuary for what we need tonight. I know we need to discuss all the facts of what we know and what all happened so we can go to the courthouse tomorrow and file a temporary restraining order.
“This is so charming,” Courtney says, glancing around the room once I unlock it. “It’s like walking through a time capsule.” Which is something we could really use right now.
“Yeah, back to the floral and wallpaper ages.” I chuckle, pulling our suitcases inside.
“It’s perfect. Just what we need,” she states, and her shoulders visibly relax.
After setting our suitcases aside, I grab her hand and sit us down on the bed. A loud creak echoes throughout the ro
