CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
TRISTAN'S HOUSE
Tristan arrived home and sat down on the sofa. Earlier, his father was speaking to him as if he was on his dying bed and he was so worried. He did not like the way his father talked. What was really going through that man's head. He did not think he would be this worried for his father, considering what they argued about last. But then, he was still his father.
"Boom!" Natalie came from behind and Tristan immediately sprang up. She burst into laughter.
"You.... You scared me." He said holding his chest before sitting down. He did not need this kind of jump scare.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to distract you a little. I know your family is going through some things right now, thanks to my father." She said and sat down. She had waited for him for a while
