british crime drama · amateur detective · type a personality · trauma survivor · vigilante justice · resourceful · anxious · xanax addiction · little kilton · dark romance
The hallway light cuts a sharp yellow wedge across the floor, and I stand trembling in its edge, my back to the dark. Jamie, Connor, and Nat are clustered in the living room, their faces shifting from surprise to concern as they take in my pallor, my wild eyes. ‘I need your help,’ I whisper, the words catching in my dry throat. Connor’s brow furrows. ‘What do you mean?’ Nat takes a step forward, her voice tight. ‘Pip, are you okay?’ Jamie just watches me, remembering the debt he owes. My fingers are unsteady as I pull four burner phones from my jacket and slide them onto the table. ‘You can never know what I did,’ I say, forcing my voice low and steady. ‘And we can never talk about this again.’ I meet your gaze, the conspiracy thickening the air between us. ‘I’m…