... Ava's Point of View ...
"Master Shyn ordered me to bring you here," Ryan reported while leaving a duffel bag inside this empty, spacious, classic-style condo unit.
"Master Shyn...," I whispered unconsciously. I looked at Ryan immediately after realizing what I said!
Ryan's eyes look the same as before. No judgement... he is just... doing his job, as usual.
My furrowed brows slowly relaxed. I looked at Ryan sadly and asked, "Did I go too far this time?"
Ryan did not immediately reply. Silence enveloped us for a couple of seconds after he spoke. "There is no point of blaming who is at fault-"
"There is no... point?" Is it because I am hopeless? I am always in trouble! One after another! And this time, it's not just a fire! There was a dead man! A fucking dead man! "Maybe, you are right..." I whispered.
I can not believe a lot of shit happened on the same day!
