The soft and comfortable hotel mattress still couldn't put Evan to sleep. Since returning from the harbor until now, his eyes have been kept open, staring up at the ceiling.
How long had it been since he hadn't met Tristan? His best friend suddenly disappeared, leaving him, Shane, and Kara years ago.
And he now appeared before Evan again, bearing the title of the highest mafia leader in this country, with not even twenty years of age.
Perhaps, from the beginning, Evan's life was not very normal. The proof, he has friends like that.
Evan got out of bed, turned on the bedroom light, then grabbed one of his cell phones. A phone that isn't Mimi. The young man then opened the number he had received. Tristan's number. Evan blankly stared at the number, contemplating whether or not to call his best friend. He didn't really know what topic he was going to talk about, but at the same time, the desire to contact Tristan was intense.
