Kingsley POV
The glass isn't the only thing that separates my brother and I.
It's the lies.
How did I not know? Even though his personal seems dull in that prison jumpsuit, there's
obvious hope in his eyes at my presence. Well, if you get past the insincere apology.
"How long?"
There is only silence met from my question through the black phone that I speak into, but I know
Grant heard me.
"HOW LONG?!"
He's startled a bit, but only enough to answer vaguely.
"A while."
A while. A f*****g while. Is that all I get? I've already been putting clues together as he's been
processed like the criminal he is. It's the little things.
"Savannah's notes?"
Grant shakes his head as his body leans back in the chair casually.
"Never sold them. I made it all up."
I nod, clenching my teet
