39: MORGAN'S POV;
You need help?
Three simple words that are more mocking than anything I've ever heard before.
You need help?
Meaning that they know what's going on. They've probably seen all the news and social media posts. And now they think it's fine to text me out of the blue, gloating and asking if I need help.
Ridiculous.
"Morgan?" Sabrina's voice pulled me out of my dark thoughts.
"I need to get some rest now." I said without looking at her. She got to her feet.
"That's fine, I shouldn't have kept you up so late anyway"
I wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault, but my words wouldn't corporate. My phone dinged with another text, except that it wasn't from them.
Dante. I deleted it before I could even open it.
Sabrina walked out of the room, silence in her wake.
