Stabbed

Aaron

I had barely reached my apartment when my phone began to ring with Junior's caller ID visible on the screen. The mere sight of his name triggered me a bit, but I was able to control my emotions and keep myself from answering and cussing him out. I was tired of the accusations, he had made it clear that he won't listen to me, so why would he keep harassing me.

Tossing my phone aside, I went ahead to check out the documents that Damian had sent to my mail. He had called a few minutes ago to inform me that the documents were already prepared, and while I admired his speed, my doubts about the entire situation had risen a tad bit.

Anna, or rather, Melisandre was not to be trusted. I was yet to know her well, and understand her motives. Was she being serious about turning a new leaf, or was all this a charade to get back into our lives?