CHAPTER TWELVE

I once again, wake up before Nala. I quickly bathe and put on a black shirt. I realize I want to give Nala some space today. After what happened yesterday, I am sure she does not want to see me. When I get downstairs, I receive a call from Carson.

“Morning” I mutter into the phone.

“Morning” Carson replies.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, sensing the apprehension in his voice.

“Yes and no”

“What do you mean by that? Get straight to the point.” I say, already starting to lose my patience.

“Chill, man. I think I know who the traitor is”

“Who is the motherfucker?” I ask,...