#Chapter103
Worst Weeks are Over
CLYVE
THIS MIGHT BE the worse three weeks of my life. Losing a good artist, losing a friend, and losing Westley. But life must go on as they said. So, here I was, trying to get back on track.
For the last three weeks, I hadn’t got a break. I missed dinner with mum and my brother, or rather, I intended not to meet them because I knew they wouldn’t stop asking me, which I wasn’t ready to give them answers.
After I watched Westley on TV, I also happened to Google her. Her secret of being Harry Bloom alive, and being a cam girl was not a secret anymore. Her father gave a statement to the press. The news dwindled, but Westley was completely ignoring my call.
/"Clyve?/"
/"Yeah?/"
Austen scanned my face with concern. /"Are you okay?/"
/"Yeah./"
