Chapter 31.
Jasper’s POV.
I sat silently in the backseat of the car, waiting for Clinton to bring down an umbrella for me to step into the house. My head was spinning with a multitude of thoughts, all ferried on the wheels of the resounding thunder in the background. The rain has come from nowhere— without warning. Much like my life had taken a turn. It infuriated me to think some people thought of me as ungrateful because I complained of my plight. They had no idea what it meant to be me. No one did.
My knee still hurt where I had scraped it at the physio clinic and I had to roll up my trousers so it didn’t disturb the injury. I looked at the sorry bandage sitting on the injury with disdain and looked away.
Moments later, Clinton walked out of the house, an umbrella in hand. He walked
