You’re My Home
Lyndon woke up alone in the bed. He cursed seeing the blood stain on the bed sheet. He abruptly sat on his bed to relax himself from the headache caused by the hangover last night.
He turned at his bedside table to grab his phone and he noticed a small handwritten note under it, so he picked it up.
It was Jam's writing that said:
[This will be the last time you'll hear of me. From this day onwards I will try my best not to cross paths with you. Forget everything that happened last night. I'm not your responsibility. Good luck with your plans in the future. No more blackmailing so here is your security… I'm not sure if I have a right to give advice but I do hope you do the right thing in the end. Love, Jam]
Below Jam's note was an address.
Lyndon exhaled loudly. He had mixed emotions and was in a very conflicted disposal.