~YULIA

The ride back home had been a silent one.

Miles and Jamal went their own way, while Issa took us home. I could tell that he had been very angry about our lack of breakthrough with the people who wanted me dead.

“It seems like we are back to square one,” I told him as we entered the house.

I noticed that the walls have been repainted and new art works have been hung.

“Not necessarily, now I know that there is a pattern,” he said as he ...