Chapter 156: Helplessness

  Imela's POV

  Cecil's phone rang, and she pulled it out of her pocket to look at it. "It's Dad," she said, stepping back from Joe. "I have to take this; keep an eye on her." She instructed before stepping away from the room.

  Joe stood at the door with his hands folded over his chest. He had kept his gaze anywhere but near me. It didn't take a genius to know he was only in this to make Cecil happy. Sad,  he didn't know there was no way to make a crazy person like Cecil happy. He was as much a victim of Cecil and Marlo as all of us were.

  "I understand." I told him, and this brought his attention to me.

  "What?"

  "Why you threw your life away for her? You love her, and we will do anything for the one we love." I replied.