The car window was rolled halfway down, with Sylvan Cheney resting his arm on the window, a cigarette placed between his fingers.
The moonlight was hazy, and the wispy clouds were faint.
Most of the cigarettes in the pack had been smoked. As he reached for another after his current one had burned out, he discovered that the pack was empty.
At two o'clock in the morning, Chale Cheney sneakily got up to use the restroom.
He took Jasmine Yale's phone and started to flip through it.
As expected, Jasy really did know Elder Cheney.
Elder Cheney's number was in Jasy's phone!
When had they met? Elder Cheney seemed to show interest in Jasy.
Huh, he'd been living with Elder Cheney for three years and hadn't seen him make a move on any woman before.
It wasn't surprising, though, considering how beautiful Jasy was.
Had Elder Cheney developed feelings?
He wanted to send a text to Sylvan Cheney using Jasmine's phone, but he barely knew how to read or write—how embarrassing.
