Chapter 112 His Presence In The Wind

• Feelings can erupt in an instant, but they can also be extinguished just as quickly. Layson felt a dull ache in his head, and when he finally propped himself up, he realized he had been lying on the couch. The whole room smelled strongly of alcohol. He glanced at the clock—it was already 3 a.m. The stillness of the night made him feel more awake than ever.
• Meanwhile, Leopold Davis was jolted awake by his phone ringing. The caller ID showed Layson Norman, and it was well past three in the morning. He thought, Layson must be out of his mind, calling this late.
• "It's three in the morning, what do you need?" Leopold mumbled, still groggy.