Clarissa

On that cold night, Danny had drunk himself into a stupor. I saw him stagger through the door and collapse on the bed. He was breathing hard. I could hear his groans.

I knew he was in a state of dilemma. Landon's death was a big blow, and finding out that Landon killed Annabelle was something he never expected.

He must be struggling hard not to forgive Landon, but he loved him so much like a brother. Staring at him, I couldn't help but feel sad and share his pain.

I crawled to the bed and climbed on his lap. “Hey," I called but he was quiet. His gaze...