“Any news about her?” Larse stared at his window office, sitting on his chair as his back was facing the woman behind him.
Lorraine gulp at the clog that seemed to have formed on her throat, noticing her brother’s impatient and angry voice.
“Not much really, she calls and messages once in a while, sometimes sending pictures of where she had been, but that’s about it. She doesn’t tell me much of where she is going to next or where she will be staying, so I really don’t have much of an idea where she is right now,” she says, not leaving a single detail about Crystal fearing that she’d also incur her brothers wrath.
Larse let out a deep sigh, pressing his fingers on the middle of his brows. Suddenly feeling the pain that kept throbbing at the back of his head.
Three years had already pass
