That night, Simon decided to stay at my house, claiming it was to ensure my safety. Honestly, with Mark already tied up and under control, I didn't think there was much to worry about. But Simon seemed even more nervous than I was. He said Tyrone had insisted on it.
We rarely had overnight guests, so I quickly tidied up the guest room. The setup was simple, but Simon didn't seem to mind.
As I passed his room later, I noticed the door was slightly ajar, and I overheard him talking on the phone with his wife.
"I miss you, honey. I'll come back as soon as this is over… Yes… We're working on it. I'll try to wrap things up sooner so I can be home with you… Oh, sweetheart, I'll read you a bedtime story when I'm back, okay? Now, pass the phone back to Mommy… I miss you, babe."
Hearing that, m
