Chapter 47

Daphne

Kane walked closely behind me, as I kept looking around for an address. He held the two bags I was told to deliver to someone.

I tried to convince him not to come with me but he insisted, claiming he had to protect me. Somehow, he found out what had happened the day I went to meet the old woman and the harsh treatments I got.

“Do you do this all the time?” He asked, with a frown on his face.

“Not really,” I answered, even though I do that all the time.

My job in Willbed foundation was basically finding houses to deliver items. A messenger, if I was to describe it properly.

“Do they also make you go to dangerous neighborhoods?” He asked, looking around. “This job is kinda dangerous.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing we were about to start an episode of ‘I don’t trust Willbed.’

“They don’t,” I answered flatly. “They are being particular about my safety. Besides, this has been keeping me real busy.”

“From what exactly?”