Quinn
I sat in front of the fire pit and took a hit off my cigarette. It was a habit I had picked up from Jennifer. Growing up whenever times got too stressful she would smoke instead of drink. Dominic hated it but at this point, he wouldn’t deny me anything that might help take the edge off. This week I had spent the majority of my nights out here. I wouldn't allow myself to smoke during the day because I didn’t want the smell around Bria. But once I put her to bed this is where I came.
By the time evening came I was tired of having people ask me if I was ok. And even more tired of dodging phone calls from everyone. I had not left my house in a week. The number of reporters that were at our front gate had died down, but some still lingered. This spot right here felt like
