After speaking with Easton’s mother, she went back inside the restaurant, and I decided to take a taxi to look for him. I needed to talk to him. His mother’s words had left me deeply worried. She feared that Easton might end up becoming someone cruel and aggressive...
When I arrived at the building where Easton lived, I paid the driver and stopped at the reception desk. Monica was leaning against the counter, painting her nails with a rather strong-smelling black polish. When she saw me, she looked over my dress and raised an eyebrow.
“Nice dress.” She frowned and made a face. “Too nice for my taste.”
“Do you know if Easton is in his apartment?”
“Nope. A while ago, a very elegant-looking guy came for him and dragged him away.”
“His brother?”
“Yeeep. He’s come around before.”
I sighe
