Cutter's P.O.V.
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While Sorsha was in the shower connected to the master bedroom, I had Ty go get her sh.it. She had already told me where all of her things were. I expected there to be more than just a duffle bag though.
And all I had to do was ask Sorsha once where her sh.it was. I didn't even have to sound threatening. All I did was ask in the same hard tone I'd been using on her. She gave me the information without batting an eye.
Either Sorsha is really stupid, too trusting, or she has nothing to hide. I just find that hard to believe. That she has nothing to hide. The woman came out of fu.cking nowhere, demanding our help. There's no way she's naive or too trusting. She must have some sort of plan. Something to gain from this crazy story about h
