#Chapter179

Mother

Hunter’s p.o.v.

I looked at the paper which Claire dropped at the front seat to picture the map once again.

I was supposed to look out for a street named cottois, that’s where I’ll take my next turn.

Driving through the market was a bit satisfying as the noisy environment was a little therapeutic to my mental health.

It was obvious that Iris didn’t want to talk to me and I wasn’t going to force neither would I blame her. After her outburst earlier, I discovered that she had every reason to be angry at me.

Everyone involved in this had every reason to be pissed at my...