#Chapter39

Michael sat in his wheelchair in the living room, his eyes constantly looking at the time. It was already 10:25 and Sasha was not yet back. He was getting worried and to make it worse, he don't even know where she is, not that he can't find out if he wants to but that he doesn't want to. No more stalking her, he won't to try to not know ahead of time anymore, he will only know where she is if she tells him and will only have people look for her if he feels something is wrong. He looked at the dinning table at the already cold food...