Chapter 5

James gave a bitter laugh.

His eyes were bloodshot as he leaned in close, his glare so sharp it felt like it could cut right through me.

"Your precious mother, of course," he sneered.

I couldn't get a word out.

I just stared with eyes wide, shaking my head frantically.

James Long's eyes were bloodshot as he stared off into the distance.

The sun was slowly rising.

He kept laughing, but his eyes grew misty, and his voice seemed to float away. "That day, that girl came to the rooftop to look for me, to ask me for the truth.