“Emmalyn’s POV”
“You aren’t that stone-hearted which tries to act and show to the world.” He winked before continuing to pace towards the table.
What was he? He understood myself well than I did. I wasn’t sure about it, but I had a worry about them. Though I wasn’t ready to accept them as my parents, a part of me had already decided they were my blood.
Deciding to ignore the unknown feeling, I inquired, “And what about the CCTV footage? Were you able to see who was behind the murder of the man whom we went searching for?”
“Yes, I saw it. But...,” his words were cut short when a knock came on the door.
Speaking in a bit louder tone, he permitted to enter. A young man holding a briefcase in his hand entered the room.
“He would be helping us to unlock Treycen’s phone,” he explained,
