Micheal's POV
(Few hours before arriving at Alaina's place)
"What else do you want, Henry? I gave you enough money, didn't I?" I fought back my urge to scream at Henry.
I knew I was angry. I could feel heat rise in my chest, threatening to burst free and make me charge at Henry. He just stood there, smirking like he knew something that I didn't. That even angered me more. The audacity of him, laughing as if he hadn't just stepped into a room full of graves, into a family already in the process of dying.
He hadn't been in town since grandma's illness, not that he would have done anything though. He was jobless and feeds on what grandmother wants to willingly give to him.
"Go back where you came from," I spat, my voice rougher than I'd intended, but he deserved it. After everything, after all these years of being absent, it was time to end this charade. He wasn't supposed to be here. He couldn't be.
