Chapter 55

SCARLETT’S POV

I woke up because of the sunlight after being in my room for several days. I’m not sure what I’m afraid of. To find out the truth, or where will my anger lead me? I shook my head, not sure.

Perhaps I’m just worried about Erin, as well as the fight between Rios and me. He makes some sense. I just sent too much in the gust of my emotions, and perhaps out of frustration, I aimed my anger at him.

And could my dreams be linked to what happened then, besides the fact that Grandma was killed? Is that why Mom did everything, just to make sure I didn’t remember? But if I don’t remember everything, I won’t know who killed Grandma or what happened.

When my phone rang, I came to a halt and stretched before reaching for my phone to answer who was calling.

“Who is this?” I asked on the other line, as I was not in the mood. I recognized the laugh. I frowned and looked at the number, but I didn’t save it.

“What do you need, and why did you call rig