Surviving is enough for me, out here, more isn’t something we get to dream about. She studied him, eyes narrowing. Ever since you met that guy, you’ve been acting different.
What, you think he’s your ticket out of here? Isaiah looked away, embarrassed. I just, I think he needs help. Tasha scoffed.
People like him don’t need anything from us. But Isaiah couldn’t shake the feeling that Simon’s life was filled with shadows he couldn’t see. A feeling that Amelia was somehow tied to it.
The next day, Isaiah wandered through the upscale neighborhood where he’d seen Simon before. Hours passed before he finally spotted Simon, tired and drawn, stepping out of a sleek office building. Summoning his courage, Isaiah approached.
Simon, he called softly. Simon looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. Isaiah, what are you doing here? Isaiah hesitated, searching for the right words.
I just, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Simon’s face softened. He gestured for Isaiah to follow him to a quiet bench in a nearby park.
You’re perceptive, Isaiah, he began, a heavy sadness in his voice. There are things going on in my life, things I can’t ignore anymore. His voice dropped to a whisper.
I think Amelia’s trying to control everything. My life, my assets, I’m trapped. Isaiah felt his heart clench with sympathy.
Why don’t you leave? Simon’s expression grew dark. It’s not that simple. She’s woven herself into everything I own, and I suspect she’s willing to do anything to keep control.
I even think she might have tried to poison me. Each time I eat something she prepares, I feel sick. Isaiah’s breath caught, a chill running through him…
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