RENE

I couldn't stop glaring at the photos Ghost had forwarded to my socials. How he managed to capture Cyril and Olivia in such a compromising manner remains a mystery to me. It was as though he had read my thoughts and knew exactly what I needed.

After receiving the photos, I was tempted to request his account details to send him a token of appreciation, even though the operation has not ultimately been successful.

As I admired the photos, my phone rang. I hoped it would be Cyril. He was the only person I wanted to speak to. His calls meant more to me than even my mother's.

Just...