AAMON
Kevin took a deep breath. "Nothing,"
My eyebrows drew together. "Nothing? That's impossible. Come on, tell me. I told you what's mine. What's yours?"
Kevin is just staring at the tent. He got up and looked at me. "I'm just a nobody, Aamon. So it would not matter if I win here or not,"
I tapped his shoulders. "Don't worry. I understand you, brother. If you're not ready to tell me, it's okay. Let's sleep. We need to work our ass off tomorrow morning,"
I closed my eyes. But then, I heard him chanting words. "I'm a married man before, Aamon. And if ever I got the prize, I'm going to make sure that I'm going make my ex-wife regret and my best friend,"
That piqued my interest. I opened my eyes and got up. Funny that it's already late, but here we are, talking. "What do you mean, Kevi
