#Chapter134

Closest

Third person p.o.v.

Hunter had microwaved some Spanish rice left in the pot and he'd carried a glass of water along with him as he proceeded up the stairs to Iris' room.

He stood at her door and took a deep breath to calm himself down. After speaking with his Dad, he didn't expect to feel so guilty, he'd expected to feel less responsible but it turned the other way around.

Now he'd have to face the new music playing in his head. The one of pure guilt.

He knocked thrice on the door and waited for a response, which came not long after as a muffled 'yes?'....