'I gave you an option. You can't say I didn't try for you.'
George's words echo in my head as I ride home. I hate being put in the middle of a difficult situation and expected to make a snap decision, just like George is doing.
While Sammy's well-being is a top priority for George, he may still harbour some resentment towards Michael for being chosen as my partner. Afterall, nobody likes feeling rejected.
As the wind ruffles my hair, I try to imagine a family life between Michael, Sammy and me.
What would it be like? Will Michael and Sammy get along? Will we live in peace, or will our home be a reckless abandon?
The events of the day linger in my mind until I reach my front door. The hip-hop music blaring from the speakers tells me Michael is home.
I mutter a silent prayer as I open the doors. The whole room reeks. I pinch my nose as I enter the apartment.
"What's all these mess?" I ask.
