The piece of glass filled with blood, and the towel with my DNA all over it were buried deep into the woods where I knew no one would go to look at, nor would they even think about digging it out. While we stopped in the middle of nowhere and I had to dig out a hole for a moment, Charlotte just looked at me possibly she must have thought how heartless was I to slit my grandfather's throat, yet I knew she would never understand. No one would understand the complicated relationship I had with him. A man who was my idol, I looked out to him, I thought he was a god, immortal but he was just a piece of shit who cared about nobody but himself.
The whole day I hadn't check my phone, I knew Tessa would be worried sick and I didn't want her worried in her condition. Hence the first thing I did when we reached London was to go to our hotel, I let Charlotte go home with a promise of checking her out tomorrow.
