Chapter 55

Felix looked the worst that Cassie had ever seen him. His usually tidy hair was now matted to his forehead with sweat, and the strands that weren’t plastered down, stuck up at odd angles, making it look like he had been caught in a downpour and then struck by lightning. Multiple creases blemished his usually meticulously ironed clothes. His normally straight posture had crumpled, and he stood hunched over as if trying to make himself as small as possible. His posture was both reminiscent and not reminiscent of Luther who stood hunched over but didn’t look small in the process.

Looking past him, Cassie spotted an unfamiliar car that was undoubted, judging from how expensive it looked, parked outside her house with its engine still running and the driver’s door wide open. The death grip he had on a pastel-colored book had turned his knuckles white. A bloodied bandage was wrapped around his right hand. He looked so distressed, so vulnerable, that Cassie wanted to invite him in and ask wh