Sarkon dropped the file on his desk and plopped back against his chair.
The entire week he had heard about the harassment Maria went through, one after another, and it was the worst kind of hell for him.
He still didn't know who was behind it. Karl wouldn't tell him.
“The eye can't tell," he said. His scarred brow dipped seriously.
Bullsh*t! Sarkon gritted his teeth at the files laid in a mess before him.
Karl knew exactly who, but he wouldn't tell because knowing Sarkon's temper, it would topple everything they had painstakingly built all these years.
Sarkon stared out into the vast midnight sky and the silvery waters of the sea.
Those emerald eyes continue to haunt him at night, disrupting his sleep.
She hasn't left home for this long. It's natural that you miss her.
Sa
