Chapter 102 The Story: The Phonecall

• Within the hour, Bryan’s sleek car pulled up in front of the little house. Darren stood at the doorway, eyes swollen and hollow from crying. Bryan stepped out, his sharp suit out of place against the cracked pavement and peeling paint of the house.
• The moment he saw Darren’s face, Bryan’s confident stride faltered. “Jesus, man… what happened to you?”
• Darren stepped aside silently. Bryan walked in and froze when he saw Clara’s belongings stacked neatly by the couch, her blanket folded, her slippers by the corner. The air in the room was heavy, suffocating.