As I make my way down Adelaide Street in the middle of Brisbane City, I can't help but let my mind wonder to how crazy these past 3 days have been. In 3 days, my life has turned from being a pretty boring life that consisted of work, gym and being at home, to helping a gang find a file full of incriminating documents about them and other dangerous criminals, that my dead father hid. Not to mention HE is back in the picture.
Why does it feel like my life has become some shitty spy movie?
I wonder if my life will ever go back to normal now... Was my life ever normal though? I am pretty sure having your father work for a dangerous gang isn't normal. Your loved ones being murdered definitely isn't normal and being kidnapped and tormented isn't normal. I guess I just want my life to go back
