Chpt 24 readoo

• • • Emile’s POV • • •

Dickinson is watching the sunset standing by the window of his office, wondering how he can make things up to me after our hot morning quarrel.

Then this grey car parks by the entrance of the building and his mood immediately changes from a tragic one to a very bitter one as he glances at the car.

He tightly clenches the glass in his hands until it breaks into pieces, slightly cutting into his palms and he’s bleeding. He immediately takes a piece of tissue from his table and wipes his hands.

Then he picks up his phone, calling...