“Did you ask Christina to leave?” I interrupt him. It’s all I can think about. “I’m sorry.” Splatters of red appear on his neck. “No, I didn’t. I tried to tell her but every time I knocked on her door, she didn’t answer.” “I see…” I tug at the sleeve of my shirt. “And she’s definitely still in the motel?” “Well, yeah. I mean, her car is still there.” “Yeah…” He runs a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t with her at all today. I swear to you. I’ll only see her one more time to tell her to leave. That’s it.”
