I take another step closer. A few women perk up, wondering what’s happening.
I ignore them all and keep my attention fixed on Tonya.
“What do you want from me?” she asks.
“You knew Es… Emily?” I ask, correcting myself at the last moment.
Her eyes go wide. “You’re her man,” she says.
“f**k,” she breathes, but her expression changes instantly. “You came for her.”
Her brow furrows and she looks angry—really angry. “f**k if I know. b***h didn’t exactly tell me before she fled the coop. Didn’t even say goodbye.”
She shrugs. “Few weeks ago, I guess,” she replies. “Can’t have gone far, with the little brat in tow.”
Goddammit. Another dead end. I’m sick of this. Sick of coming so close and missing again and again and again.
I need to get out of this shithole now. Before I lose my temper.
