When do things get better? “Just get some rest. Things will be back to normal tomorrow,” he says, as our eyes meet. I look up at him and although a part of me wants to believe that, my mind says there are too many red flags. From here on out, I need to be smart going forward. “Good night Atticus

SEBASTIAN. The journey home is a blur, and I can’t focus on anything but what happened. The scene replays in my mind like a reel glitching, stuck on the same scene… again and again. My head feels clouded, and nothing makes sense. It’s almost as if I’m listening to everything through a thick glass.

The journey to Valerie’s apartment doesn’t take long. It’s pretty dead around this time of night. “I hope she isn’t asleep,” I remark when Jai parks up. “Na, I don’t think she will be. I only dropped her off twenty minutes or so ago.” He gets out of the car, and I follow as we glance up at her apa

I take out my phone hearing the distant shouting of the security squad and there’s not much I can do anymore. I will leave it to them. Whoever it was, is long gone. I call Jai and wait for him to pick up. “Yeah?” his strained voice comes. “How is she?” “I don’t know, she’s in the operating thea

I’m not surprised, but I am surprised at the way he’s talking about her. “But I am not someone who goes back on their word,” he says, staring at me coldly. “I am not making you my heir, I was as good as dead to you remember?” I tilt my head but wait for him to continue. When he doesn’t, I speak.