My mind was racing with questions that seemed to be piling up at an alarming rate over the last few days. Unable to go through another night with sleep nowhere insight now, I did the only thing I could do.
“Quinton?” I knocked on his door.
“What?” He yawned as he opened the door.
“I need to ask you some questions”
“Can’t it wait till morning?”
“It can’t. I’ve been living this nightmare for the last 7 years and I need answers”
“What? Give me a minute”, he closed the door for a minute before walking out with a fluffy blanket and 2 pillows.
We sat on the couch. Quinton sprawled out, placing a pillow behind his head and handing me the other.
I sat on the opposite end of him.
“Now what's so important you woke me from my beauty sleep?
“Do you know who Aster is?”
He shot up quickly.
