𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛'𝑠 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟
It started turning cloudy but it was still a cold morning. And when the sun disappeared, the dark colours that took over the skies proved to him it was about to rain. A chill ran down his spine, he couldn't tell if it was as a result of the cold or as a result what happened an hour ago. Toro let out a low breath and raked his hand through his head.
Why did he allow himself to get too close? How did he forget his reason for being here? Why does he keep sensing that familiar feeling when she's near? But most importantly the pain in his stomach deviated his mind on who could've done this. What if it wasn't Joana's husband? What if it was Yeo-Joon? Has he figured out his location?
He got up from his bed, pulling out his desk chair. He flopped down and switched on his laptop, dialling Kenny's number again.
