AUTHOR'S POV

Irene was in her room, staring at the ceiling. It was late at night. 12am and her mother was still not back from wherever she had gone to.

Irene was super uncomfortable at this point, she had paced the entire house a few times, walked to their gate and called her mum's contact a thousand times.

Most times when this happened, she knew that her mum was just hanging out with Lorden. It was no news to her that her mum didn't just work for Lorden only but also ...