DAMIEN
Anger had become my companion these days, but the feeling I felt in my heart as I sat down in the backseat of the car was worse than anger.
This was all because of the envelope Aunt Amelia handed to me.
My eyes glanced at the piece of paper that emerged from the envelope once again, unable to believe what I was seeing.
Victor indeed had gone behind my back just like Aunt Amelia said, but why? I was doing everything he wanted, or did he do this because he knew I could slip up?
I grunted, trying to put all the pieces together: now I understood the reason behind Dorf’s celebration.
At this point, I felt more intense emotions take over my soul, and the urge to visit Victor was quite rampant in my mind, but what difference would it make?
It’s not like anything I say would change t
