My gaze fixated on Jake, his once robust frame now diminished, he had lost so much weight.
“I’m okay, just tired. I’ve been so worried about you…” Jake uttered, his eyes locking onto mine for a moment before darting somewhere else. Immediately, I sensed a deception lingering in his words—a lie, or perhaps only a fraction of the truth.
“He looks like that because he’s rehabilitating from drugs,” Liam strode into the room. He was dressed in a sharp suit, a cane clasped in one hand, looking like old money.
“Shut up!” Jake’s voice suddenly erupted in a scream directed at Liam. “It’s your fault!”
Liam, seemingly unfazed, rolled his eyes as if this confrontation had become a routine occurrence.
“You’ve killed them all, now everyone is afraid of me,” Jake charged at Liam, but before he could reach him, I swiftly positioned myself in front of Jake.
“It’s okay, Jake. I already knew.” My hand rose to his cheek, tenderly wiping away a tear.