“Are you feeling okay?” Keene caught my hand, squeezing it. He knew how I exactly felt coming back. The city didn’t throw me away, it was my family, but I couldn’t forget the fact that it played a huge part in my past that I wanted to forget.
“I’m good.”
“Good you mean you’re about to faint? Your hand is so cold as ice.”
I didn’t tell him that I had a bad dream. What for? We came to hopefully treat him, and this was our best chance.
“I am not,” I whispered. I didn’t want Clyve to think of something was off. He didn’t know that I was born and grew up in this city other than his wild guesses. Hopefully, he wouldn’t figure out until we finished what we came for and wished we wouldn’t bump into someone I knew from the past.
I looked at Keene. There was a worry plastered on his face. I smi
