Chapter 95

KNOXVILLE FLOYD

‘Hey, son. How're you doing? How's your wife’

I stared at Dad's text, my eyes lingering longer on ‘wife’, a smile spreading across my face.

My mind drifted back to our argument earlier this morning, and I scoffed, setting my phone down.

For some reason, I think she was right. I've been friends with Clinton for years and I barely know anything about him when he knows everything about me.

Yeah, he always sees through me even when I don't want him to.

A knock came on the door, disrupting my thoughts, and my eyes caught Clinton on the other side of the room.

I ushered...