บททั้งหมดของ The Devil In Therapy: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 76

EmileThere were only three things my father had ever asked me never to touch.His private ledger.. The Vulturis archives and.. Brooklyn.Yet I was the one who cleaned up the mess without knowing what the truth really was all I knew was something had happened there that traumatized Aiden..The first two I had ignored years ago.The third had remained buried.Until now.Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, washing Manhattan into little more than blurred lights and gray silhouettes. The city looked distant tonight, as though someone had pulled a veil over it.A knock sounded. “Come in.”Victor stepped inside carrying a weathered manila envelope. Unlike the neatly printed reports my investigators usually delivered, this one bore no company logo, no return address, only a faded government seal that had been crossed through with black ink.“It arrived twenty minutes ago.”I looked at it without touching it. “So they finally found it.”“They almost didn’t.”“What d

EILAN I woke to cold sheets.Not the familiar coolness from the air conditioner humming softly in the corner of the apartment. This was different. It was the kind of cold that only came from an empty space beside me, one that had been vacant long enough for the warmth to disappear completely.For a few blissfully ignorant seconds, I let myself believe there was a perfectly reasonable explanation.Aiden was probably in the kitchen.He was likely attempting breakfast again despite proving, on multiple occasions, that cooking was a talent he simply did not possess. I could almost picture him glaring at a frying pan while smoke curled toward the ceiling, setting off the alarm before he started laughing at himself. He would insist the eggs were edible, I would tell him they looked like charcoal, and somehow he would still convince me to eat the least burnt piece of toast.The image was so vivid that the corners of my mouth almost lifted.Then I listened.Nothing.No footsteps crossed the

EILANI tried my best to act normal but Mrs. Delgado’s words refused to leave me.‘He wasn’t alone.. The SUV had stayed.’The moment I stepped back into my apartment, I quickly locked the door behind me and rested my forehead against the wood.My breathing came out unevenly as though I had just finished a marathon race and my brain.. Trust me when I say my brain was overheating with different thoughts.Aiden hadn’t simply gone for a drive.. Someone had met him.. Someone had been waiting outside before dawn.Someone who hadn’t left immediately after Aiden did.I pushed myself away from the door and walked straight to the living room window.Carefully, I eased one corner of the curtain aside.The street below looked painfully ordinary.A jogger passed by with headphones tucked beneath a baseball cap. A young mother struggled to convince her toddler to hold her hand instead of chasing pigeons. Across the street, the owner of the corner bakery flipped the sign from Closed to Open.Norma