Chapter Eight
ZEKE
I’m not sure if I can really believe what I’m seeing. I blink. Staring at the page in front of me again.
“Nathan?” I slide the page over to him. “Read this, please.”
He looks at it, frowning, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times. “I guess that’s good?” He looks up, a smile breaking out all over his face.
The article Emil just brought over details how the doctor who ‘treated’ me ten years ago was arrested at his house this morning.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who complained about him, and now there was enough proof that they could actually arrest him. A lightness bubbles inside me, pushing to the surface, before I let out a laugh, a weight falling off me.
This is good. This is really good.
Wes opens the door to our new living room, looking into th
