Jahon's POV
I pressed the doorbell, taking a deep breath and reminding myself not to mess up. I can't tell how to act, my heart is heavy for revenge, but then I have to do this in such a way that I wouldn't get into more trouble.
The information I have been seeking from Alan has been disclosed already.
The door flung open to reveal David, who stood with his half-open shirt and black pants. His brows scrunched together in confusion, he must be wondering what I was doing at his doorpost. There is something I noticed about David: whenever I'm around him, there is this glint of fear in his eyes, though he tries to cover it up. I am yet to figure it out.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in prison, he said like it was his dying wish for him to see me rot there.