Chapter 43— Cryptic Words.
The evening sun cast long shadows as Aeron approached Myra's house. His footsteps echoed in the quiet street as he reached the front door.
He stood for a while, hesitating. Myra and him had been having too many arguments of late and it was making him feel bad. With a deep breath, he turned the handle and pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit interior.
As Aeron stepped into the house, he immediately spotted Augustine sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep. A surge of anger tightened his jaw, and he shot a disapproving look at the slumbering figure. The tension in the room escalated when Myra emerged from the kitchen, a concerned expression on her face.
"Aeron, you're early," Myra said, attempting a smile. But before she could say anything more, Aeron
