CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
What if my father was actually the one sending those letters? If so, then who was this old friend he was going to settle scores with? Was it someone I knew already? Was he really going to kill him? Why would he even send that letter to Norman? I trembled visibly and this time it was really out of dread.
“Hi,” I snapped out of my mental ranting, taking a minute to read my surrounding. After leaving Leon at the gym, I had walked straight here and my boss had left early, leaving me to close. My eyes widened slightly in surprise when I realized who had spoken to me.
“Alec,” I muttered. What was he doing here?
“What exactly do you want?” he straight out questioned, his jaw drawn tight with hands shoved deep in his pockets.
“Excuse me?” I questioned, an eyebrow raised.
