#Chapter97

I Have a Visitor

Iris' p.o.v.

Thursday night and Hunter isn't back from work yet.

It's actually been three days since I confronted him about the letter and ever since the motivation to bring it up again had just vanished.

I softly tucked Louisa into bed and gathered her drawing supplies from her side to keep it on the nightstand.

It was already late at night and what had kept me up was proofreading a contract BellStone had sent to us.

If I'm to presume it should be eleven pm or there about and when I picked up my cellphone to be sure, I was nearly correct.

10:47 pm...