At first, I wasn’t sure what I was seeing. Could it be the shadows playing tricks, and the distance was just far enough to blur detail. But something about his posture was off.
He wasn’t just standing.
His shoulders... shook.
He brought a hand to his face, quickly. Then again. Wiping.
Wiping something away.
His strange behaviour made me gulp with guilt.
Was he... crying?
Shawn Wolfe?
I stepped back, this was led by my instinct. My heart pounded with more guilt,like I’d done something I was never meant to do.
But I didn’t leave, my curiosity made me stay back,I had to know if his current state was due to my slyish strategy.
I found the hidden staircase that led up to his suite and walked, barefoot and slow, toward the unknown.
I reached the door leading to his balcony where he wa
