All because that girl was the definition of trouble. The kind that looked vulnerable and sweet, tricking you into wanting to indulge in it. The kind that got you ambushed on the I-9 and sent your world spinning out of control. Trouble was never worth the time, even when it came with spiraling auburn hair and an attitude to match its fire. Thea was beautiful, no doubt. Then again, the worst gifts came wrapped in pretty packaging. Case in point: our current predicament.
