Chapter Twenty Four

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

I walked into Lisa’s house cautiously. I did not trust this woman at all. She is crazy in every language. This was actually my first time being in her house and I must say, she exaggerated her poverty situation a lot. The house looked nicer than Colette’s by far which begs me to question how Lisa even affords any of this because she does not have a job. She is always comparing her life to Colette’s, claiming that she does not have anything, not even a bed to sleep on, no electricity, no running water…the whole nine yards. Yet, I enter her home, there is a flat-screen television mounted onto her wall, from the looks of things it seems as though the entire house has air condition, and it is well furnished. Lisa even has an Xbox for crying out loud.

This is a new definition of being modest.

“Welcome to my humble abode. Please, have a seat anywhere you like. You look hot and sweaty; would you li