The Case for Jamie (Charlotte Holmes, #3)

by Brittany Cavallaro

My father would hear and there would be consequences, perhaps he would comfort me or perhaps he would be mad, I never did know and there was no way I could control it then so I would control it now, my panic, and I would not throw up.

His tone meant, You’re drunk, and perhaps she was. I didn’t know if that negated her argument.

Being aware of it didn’t excuse your crappy behavior?

“I’m fine,” I said to Lucien Moriarty. “Really. It’s just so good to finally meet you.”

Goddam you got me