Myra stepped out into the backyard, and into the air thick with the salivating smell of roast meat.
And although it was still bright and early in the morning, the empty bottles of alcohol were beginning to pile up.
She discreetly looked around but did not see the Professor. She had suspected he left immediately.
She had a suspicion that he would be unable to look his friends in the eye after what they had done.
Did the man have a double personality then? How could he be a black sheep and a saint at the same time?
“Hey. You got through to him?” Atlas turned when he saw her.
She felt a stab of guilt as she looked into his eyes.
“No,” She said, looking away. If she was going to start lying to everyone from now on, she had to make sure she did not do so unnecessarily.
Her lies had t
