Sixty-three

When my uncles left the office, I paced back and forth in the room, unable to restrain the feeling of anxiousness coursing through me.

Nothing was adding up, and everything wasn't making sense, and now that Uncle Miles was gone too and Aria and I got attacked yesterday, my feeling of fear was at maximum level.

After walking about the room like some madman, I finally took a seat behind my desk and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Suddenly, my phone started vibrating, and I pulled it out of my coat pocket, staring at Aria's name blinking on the screen.

Immediately, I answered the call and rested the phone against my ear, listening as she said, "Good morning, Mr. Ghost. Can you tell me why I woke up to an empty bed?"

It took me a moment to process those words because, with everything that had happened, my mind was a bit disturbed.

Letting out a sigh, I rested back on my seat and shut my eyes before mumbling, "I'm sorry. I had to get to the office and the news that I met here isn't go