Trishal’s POV
Idris looked disheveled and seemed to have aged quite a bit in a short period of time.
"What did they say?" I asked as he leaned on the counter beside me.
"Nothing much, just what was expected. They couldn't track him yet, and they would be calling us in for questioning tomorrow."
He sighed, pinching at the bridge of his nose. He needed to rest. "It's not your fault, you know," I tried to reassure him.
"Yeah, only if I hadn't thrown this damned party, she might still be alive," he replied in a dejected tone.
"No, if I hadn't come, you wouldn't be in this mess," I smiled sadly at him.
Was this how I was going to live the rest of my life? Always feeling guilty whenever misfortune fell on anyone around me.
Trying to cheer up the mood, I hit his shoulder with mine. He loo
