Killian didn’t return, and it didn't surprise me. He is hiding something, but what?
I watched out of my 4th-floor condo window in the morning and, strangely, I missed that old tree outside the window of my room in the Anderson Mansion. Probably the only thing I will miss from there. Here, however windows were out of the option. It strangely weighed on me the whole night that the place I had started to call home had just trapped me again. I agree with all the logical demands for my safety that Killian made. His nonchalance last night left me uneasy.
Mr. Desai arrived at 10 in the morning, on the dot, and was allowed to come in. He came with his associate—a lady associate who was wearing a mask. Mr. Desai had already told me about her.
"Take it off," the guard said to her, and she did b
