Chapter 11

Prisoner's Like Red -4-0-9

While Trevor went to work, I realized that my Sociology textbook must've stayed at Dain's house also.

Without hesitation, I called Uber and got myself to his house, using the spare key and walking in.

Nothing had changed, it all looked the way he left it.

Such a beautiful place, such distasteful memories.

The study room was the only place I didn't go in, that's where Dain spent mostly all his time. I didn't really think that I'd leave...