Chapter 11: Mistakes can be erased

Chapter 11: Mistakes can be erased

Declan

My thoughts are a mess by the time I get home. Looking around the first floor of my lavish house with its spacious living room and open concept kitchen, I feel my gut churn with guilt. My house is a bi-level brownstone. The walls are brick with metal buttresses on each corner. Several years ago, Hunter installed a state of the art security system. The doors are reinforced steel, and the windows are bulletproof. There’s a fireplace dominating the main wall of the living room and two plush navy blue couches with various colored pillows resting comfortably against the soft material, courtesy of my mother. Along with the couches, there’s a gray area rug in navy blue patterns and a sturdy rustic pine coffee table. The floors are dark mahogany, and the walls are painted a light sleet color. My offices and my bedroom are located on the second floor, next to my gym.