“I'm so sorry for dragging you into this Kiah. I owe you my life and an explanation,” he said.
I sat down next to him, taking his hand again. “When you’re ready,” I replied, my voice low and soft.
Mike let out a sigh, his hand tightening around mine. “I’m going to tell you something, but I need you to keep an open mind, okay?”
I nodded, trying to hide my nervousness. “You’re not about to confess to being a gangster or something, are you?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
He chuckled, the sound weak but genuine. “Not quite. But it’s...complicated.”
I leaned forward, searching his eyes. “I’m listening.”
“I don't know where to start. I don't even know who to trust anymore. It seems like all the trouble started after my father died,” Mike said, his gaze drifting upwards as if relivin
