Chapter 10

Liam

“One small coffee please.”

I sagged over the counter tapping on the top, waiting for my coffee. It was a calming day; the tables were arranged under a clear blue sky, over the velvety and perfectly trimmed green grass, surrounded by 6 chairs each. Sun-kissed flowerbeds lined up from the counter and stretched to the main gate, manifesting various species and colors of flowers. I grasped my coffee, filled in a paper cup, in one hand and strolled out of the canteen while scrolling through my texts with the other hand.

“Oh … I’m so sorry,” I said.

I bumped into one of the patients. Most of the time an encounter like this is not very kind. That fine young man had an oblong beige face and brilliant blue close-set eyes. He had a clean shaved razor-sharp jawline, a wedge-shaped nose, and a set of broader shoulders. It was him, Noah Parker. Almost everyone here is aware of Noah Parker, the murderer. I stumbled into him.

“Oh … no no I’m sorry,” he replied.

I refuse to believe