SARAH
I stared at the nearly empty water bottles lined up against the wall and cursed under my breath.
Three left.
Maybe four if I counted the one that was barely half-full.
Not enough.
Not nearly enough if we were going to be here for another day or two while I figured out our next move.
I couldn't risk Aria getting dehydrated. Couldn't risk her getting sick.
I needed her alive.
Healthy.
At least until… until what?
I didn't let myself finish that thought.
The point was, I needed supplies. Water. Food. Maybe some basic medical supplies in case...
In case of what? In case she tried to escape again and hurt herself? In case the baby...
Stop.
I grabbed my jacket and checked the cash I had left. Two hundred dollars from Chase's pockets after I'd killed him. Not much, but enough for what I needed.
I looked at Aria, still tied to the chair, the gag back in her mouth.
She watched me with exhausted, terrified eyes.
