A Bradford Birthday Flashback
Freshly Re-Edited
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
Part I
“I just cleaned that,” Zoe mumbled sadly as she stared down at the muddy footprints covering the floor that she’d just spent the past hour scrubbing.
“Damn it,” Trevor muttered as he glanced down at his dirty boots before taking in the muddy trail of footprints that he’d left behind. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”