"Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun." — Christina Rossetti
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The headlight of a car moving in made Ben stand from the porch stairs. He was beginning to wonder when Jeremy would return home judging from the fact he had dozed off twice.
Ben stared at his watch, it was a few minutes after eleven in the night. He had waited for about two hours.
He dusted the back of his pants with his hand, watching as Jeremy packed his car in the open parking space and got out. Unlike him who lived in a high-rise building, Jeremy lived in a simple bungalow that belonged to him.
Jeremy saw Ben even before he saw him. As he expected, the author was here for him. His mouth was sour and his blood boiled at the betrayal but he didn't show it on his face. He had to be careful if he wanted to know why Ben had targeted him. What were his intentions?
"You're home," Ben said to him.
