Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Four
The glass of the penthouse windows vibrated slightly as a low roll of thunder rumbled across the dark Manchester sky. Khalid did not flinch. He stood perfectly still, his massive frame silhouetted against the sea of glowing city lights, his arms still crossed tightly over his broad chest. The question I had just asked seemed to hang in the vast, empty air of the room, heavy and dangerous. What happened five years ago?
For five long years, that question had been a jagged piece of glass embedded deeply in my heart. I had spent countless sleepless nights in cheap, rented rooms, rocking a crying baby Chase in my arms, wondering why the man who swore he loved me had vanished off the face of the earth without a single word. I had blamed myself, I had blamed
