CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Beck had said nothing since we got to his place and instead, he just sat cross-legged on the couch, his eyes glued on the screen. He was acting like Anton’s death didn’t affect him that much when we all knew it did.
“What do we do?” Angelica questioned. I had called up the girls in a bid to cheer him up but from where we stood, leaning against the Kitchen slab, we knew it was not working at all. While Rania and Tiara were yet to be here, Angie hadn’t wasted time. If there was something like a substitute best friend, I knew Angie would be Beck’s sub.
“This is all my fault,” I sighed.
“You are damn right it is but this is not the time for you to self-blame. What is done is done all we can do is hope that nothing else goes wrong,” she suddenly leaned in, her voice drop
