Retirement Retaliation
Jem wasn’t lying when he was excited about Dastan’s house. I assumed it to be a simply trashed house from last night’s party, but when I took Jem’s surprisingly details directions, I made it to a ferry port. Jem said that Dastan had mentioned to only take the number seven ferry. When I boarded the ship, there was a brunette, middle-aged man that asked me for my name and where I was going. I answered him with the required information but added that I was Jem’s sister if that meant anything. He had glared at me before, but now he was smiling while he drove away, informing me of “what a joy” Jem was to have on this boat. We arrived at another dock and I thanked the driver before hopping off. There was a lit driveway around the base of the small island—that I didn’t even know was there—and I
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