Cole walked through the hallway barefoot, he was annoyed. His phone had run down and for the first time he needed to actually use it, his charger was nowhere to be found.
He couldn’t find it in his room, the kitchen or the soda in the living where he last saw it. Tracey was at work, Tiffany in school and his dad was out. He decided to see if he could find an alternative.
He stopped in front of the study door.
Technically his dad had never mentioned it was out of bounds. However, Landon treated it like his personal sanctuary. The door was always cracked open, always somehow humming with stillness and that subtle aroma of leather and luxurious cologne.
Cole shoved it open.
As usual, every item on the desk was organized and positioned perfectly. Cold, arranged and soulless.
Cole chec
