Betrayed by Blood
The office was nothing like she remembered.
The place that was once filled with the heavy scent of her father's presence was now cluttered with nothing but stacks of papers, used cigarettes, and cheap alcohol.
Avery stood in the center of the room, her fingers twitching at her sides as she looked around. The wooden desk that had once been sharp and clean was now covered in stains, the shelves sagged under the weight. The curtains were drawn down as if even the sun had turned its back on this place.
Disgust curled in her stomach.
This was what had become of her father's legacy? This was what Hugh had reduced it to?
"There's nothing here," Emma muttered from the side.