Chapter 31
Maria
Monica. When she walked inside the apartment, all those memories returned back into my head. She hadn’t changed, she looked exactly the same as I remembered her except for she got maybe a little fat—or maybe she was simply bloated but I couldn’t understand her presence in James apartment.
“Oh,” She breathed out. “Is James here? I’m trying to get in contact with him,” she added, looking through me.
“No, he isn’t but why are you here?” I asked.
“I wanted to have a talk with him, where is he anyways? I have been trying to call him since he was handcuffed. Didn’t he get out of jail yet?” Monica asked. Her tone didn’t seem to have any concern at all.
“No, he didn’t. I don’t know where he is,” I shrugged.
“Oh, sad...” she looked around. Her presence gave me an uncert
