My mother and I arrive back home with Chaz and his bodyguards’ assistance. Police officers are also securing and investigating the area so I feel safer than ever. Dismissing the neighborhoods’ glares, Chaz escorts me and my mother inside our house. Though the front of the house looks like a hot mess, the interior and the pieces of furniture are undamaged. Without a delay, we ascend to the second floor. My mother enters her room while Chaz and I enter mine. I walk towards the bed and hunker down. A swooshing sound resonates across the room as I pull out my suitcases from underneath the bed’s frame then toss them on the mattress. Chaz, on the other hand, takes out heaps of clothes from the cabinet and put them neatly in the bigger suitcase. As I unhang my clothes, the book ‘Trust & Betrayal
