Chapter 47 The Boy In The Video
- Tatiana
- The smell of fried eggs and burnt toast does nothing to settle the knot in my stomach. I sit at the dining table, a mug of lukewarm coffee cupped between my palms. I stare into the dark liquid like it has answers, unfortunately, it doesn’t. Actually, nothing has.
- Across from me, Hasan chews like his jaws are made of stone. Since I sat, he hasn’t shot a glance my way.