WILLOW
The bullet was covered with wolfsbane.
Who sent this message to me? I check the caller ID for the umpteenth time but it’s set to anonymous.
It’s been hours since I woke up and my dad is yet to come back to visit me. The last time we spoke, it had been more of a fight. As much as I refuted him for trying to control my life, it doesn’t change the fact that I miss him now. I only have my bodyguard to keep me company and I might as well be stuck with a brick wall, seeing as how he’s barely said a word to me.
He’s stoic; face unreadable. We do this thing, where we stare at each other for a few seconds before looking away and getting lost in our own thoughts.
More times than one, I’m tempted to show him the anonymous message I had gotten; to hear his input. But I stop myself from
