#Chapter88
Nark and Jealousy-01
CLYVE
I HAD been staring at the white wall for God knew how long until I was interrupted.
/"See anything fancy other than a white paint?/" Startled, my head snapped to the voice from my right—it was Skip.
Funny why he kept his hair long. He looked like a bloody biker, but I could not say he didn’t look good because I was his younger version.
Now, I wondered how he found me here, but of course, he was my brother, and sometimes I thought he implanted a micro tracker in my body.
/"Fancy seeing you, brother./" I hugged him and forced a smile.
/"Good to see you, too. Aren’t you supposed to meet Mum at the hospital?/"
