I'd only managed a couple of sips of the foul hotel coffee—my sense of taste: definitely overrated—when the door clicked, and Drew stepped in.
"I brought you some better coffee and a muffin," he said before I could even open my mouth. The cup and paper bag landed on the desk in front of me, and Drew dropped onto the foot of his bed. "And the background checks I ran and then forgot about while I was going nuts came back. I have information for you. Some of it's good news, I think."
Good news. My head and belly churned in opposite directions.
"Good news," I repeated, my voice a scratchy whisper.
Drew smiled, his eyes soft. "Yeah. Ash, I think I found your parents."
My parents.
"My parents?" Shit, I couldn't stop repeating everything he said, the words tumbling around and around my head without attaching to anything. Parents. Wouldn't they have tried to find me? Help me? Did they believe the accusations against me?
