Jerome's Pov

"But in any case, do you have a clue of who might be behind your wife's death?" My voice snapped to Kyle. The weight of my questions coming off as a surprise to him. He stilled, held his breath for a while. And when he took more of my question, his eye lingered on to me. Thoroughly, slow and something heavy like I just reminded him of the most forgotten pain in his life.

Of course I did. I mean who wouldn't be triggered when his late wife is being talked about. Not just any wife but someone he had been in love with. Someone who perpetually helped...