CHAPTER 69

ADRIANNA’S POV

If it were up to me, I would have never agreed to stay in this old, rusty place. The air was so thick and smelly that I could barely pull my thoughts together. The fan on the ceiling was worse than the one we had back in that house, barely doing anything to stir the air. This one was rickety and groaning. With every spin it made, I was afraid that a loose screw might give way and it’d fall on me.

The bathroom walls were so small that I could literally touch both ...