An Eye for an Eye

I went home and lay on the sofa, playing on my phone quietly.

It was very late.

It was time to sleep.

But I didn't feel sleepy at all. Looking at the dark ceiling, I didn't think about anything, but I couldn't have peace of mind at all.

I tried to reach behind me to touch Mojo's head.

But when I touched the empty sofa, I realized that Mojo was no longer by my side.

For some reason, a strong fear seized me.

I didn't feel that way when I was facing Hugo, when I was being chased by the police, or when I was following Aiden home.

I was a fearless man. I laughed it off even the moment William pointed his gun at me.

But now, I was unspeakably afraid.

The silence in the empty 140-square-yard home was intense. All I could hear was my breathing. If I listened carefully, I could hear the pulse of the blood vessels in my ears when they were pressed against the sofa. It was like the ticking of a clock.

I couldn't sleep. I wasn't sleepy anyway.