Henry POV

As soon as I zipped up my bag, my phone rang. The caller ID showed the name of one of Harriet.

“Harriet. You called tonight?” I announced into the receiver.

“Since we went our separate ways to handle one or two things, you haven’t reached out to me,” she reminded, her voice carrying a hint of accusation.

“It hasn’t been that long… don’t make it sound like I abandoned you,” I countered, settling down on my bed.

“Your private house is close to where I am staying now,” Harriet pointed out.

“You already known that,” I responded evenly.

“I’m starting to feel bored. I need someone I’m comfortable...