Chapter 3

I spoke, expressionless.

"Did you know? Stealing someone's kindness and pretending it's your own is a one-way ticket to hell."

Alfred fixed his red-rimmed eyes on me, glaring.

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

I gave a faint smile.

"Nothing. Just a saying that came to mind. Why are you so worked up?"

I thought guessed he was just embarrassed and lashing out.

Another little saying. I was still good with words.

After our argument, I started digging through the internet for any posts about someone getting rescued in the past few years.

Two hours later, I stumbled across a…