Chapter 22 The Watchful Eye

• That evening, Irish immediately rolled down towards his old apartment. He was alone in the apartment, the very place Givonna had been killed.
• As he stared around the room, memories flooded back, each one more painful than the last.
• The atmosphere was heavy with memories, every corner echoing fragments of a dark night neither could shake from their minds. Irish’s hand hovered over the door handle before he pushed it open, his expression taut with barely hidden fear.