Kaelan

I had just arrived at my home when my phone rang. It was the police.

“Why would they be calling me?” I asked myself with irritation.

The last time I checked, I had already sorted everything that had to do with them, and for the life of me, I couldn’t fathom why they would be calling me. I really hated to have any business with them.

“Welcome back home, Mr. Kaelan,” Celine greeted as she walked into the living room.

I only grunted my response.

“Would you be having dinner right ...