Chapter 213

The night before, I had slept off, hoping to start my day as early as possible before he woke up, or even dreamt of it, Going into his office, then maybe searching.

Searching for? You might ask, but I, too, didn't know; there had to be something, something that would either get me relaxed or running for my life.

Consider my shock when I slowly opened my eyes to find him sitting next to my bed, a glass of scotch in his hand, while he stared at the smudged painting of Mia he had hung on our wall.

I had wanted to ask him why he had done that when he could have easily made another one, but like all of his actions recently, It was hard to understand.

Like why he was holding a glass of scotch in the wee hours of the morning.

It was shocking to see him sitting there calmly rolling the cup and doing nothing, but I felt too paralyzed to jerk.

Out of habit, my eyes moved to my alarm clock; now I was sure my alarm was being disabled, for I rememb