Chapter 3

"Are they after you?" My voice shook violently in the cramped living room.

Arthur let go of my shoulder and slumped onto the sofa, his whole figure swallowed by the shadows. He pulled out the faded photo from his pocket, his fingers anxiously tracing the edges.

"Arthur is a fake name," Arthur said with a bitter smile, his eyes empty and desolate. He told me he used to be the most flamboyant rich kid in his circle, and my brother was the son of their chauffeur, his only true friend.

But then the Finch family fell from grace, drowning in…