CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

We sat inside David's study. A room with wood that looked richer than my bank account. It probably was richer. The shelf behind him held so many books that had been considered priceless or just lost to most of the world.

His house looked just as elegant as it did outside on the inside. The couches smelled of expensive leather and one could smell a citrus-cinnamon scent everywhere else.

We all sat in the living room just staring at one another until Gerald came in to ask for what we'd eat, his stare at me unwavering. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

We'd all echoed the same thing.

"No, thank you. I'm fine."

When he saw no need for his services, he calmly left the room, sparing me a final glance before exiting the door.

I didn't know where to start or how to David's face wasn't welcoming. He looked angry but he hadn't thrown me out yet. So, that counted for something.

Instead of leading with a 'why the f*ck did you help me?', I asked something entirely different.

"How long have you