Chloe
From the outside Crows house was perfectly respectable. The fence was sound and the grass had been recently mowed.
I had a second to thank my lucky stars that he didn’t live in a man tip and then I stepped through the front door and my face fell.
It wasn’t that it was messy, because it wasn’t . In fact it was spotless but you could tell that no one lived here. It was unloved. The furniture looked old. Maybe bought at the same time the place had last had a lick of paint.
And boy did it need painting. The woodwork, which should have been white was nicotine stained. Almost yellow.
“Do you smoke in here?”
In front of me Crow paused, turning in the narrow hallway. “Sometimes, I don’t stay here…”
I cut him off. “You don’t smoke in the house any more Crow. Not even when Ty isn’t he
