Cyril
I followed James and the car halted in front of a small house in a place I wasn't sure I recognized.
We walked into the living room, he asked me to sit but I couldn't.
I knew I had to return home.
I had followed Miller the same way but I just couldn't stay. However there was something about this stranger that made me feel safe.
“Sit Cyril,” he insisted, so I sat.
As I sat , the weight of the day was still heavy on my shoulders.
The drive with James had been eerily quiet, suffocating silence.
I barely even knew the man, what was there to talk about?
But I was hoping he would cut the chase and tell me what I needed to know but despite the lack of words exchanged. James hadn’t even looked at me since I got inside the car.
His intense gaze was distant, like he had shut
