40

I hugged myself at some point that night, I woke up feeling the presence of the only person who never abandoned me, myself. I got up, took a shower, chose a beautiful outfit and took advantage of the fact that it was a Sunday to visit Suzane. Or rather, to visit your husband and find out what my brother's notebook meant.

Hunter was at least ten minutes away checking the spine, the cover, the lines, and the gritty handwriting that contained the middle of the notebook. Suzane was playing with the babies stuck in strollers, pushing them gently as she sat by the pool. Her husband didn't watch me with worries or fear when I handed the notebook and asked if he knew what it meant. At least Hunter never believed that I could become the new head of the Brotherhood. And I still didn't know if I considered it an affront or an insult.

The night before, he was very willing to tell me what the police insisted on hiding me, and that seemed like a vote of confidence. Of course, he understood all kind