Chapter97
#Chapter97
Arrick Carrero is standing straight as a rod a few feet away, obviously just arriving with two men behind him, all casually dressed, and I recognize one of them as someone that he regularly hangs out with. The familiar face casts a friendly smile my way, a nod of recognition that I return with a half-smile before bringing my focus back to Arry. I don’t know how to react, so grip Christian fingers harder, as though to beg him to help me. He squeezes them back silently. His little show of support.