I had to stop by the grocery first before heading to Kino’s house. No, scratch that. When I parked in front of his house, it was a mansion. The high gates could not hide the high roof. It was a modern-looking house with a black and white palette. The terrace railing is pure glass and some of the rooms have glass walls.
I got out of my car and rang the doorbell wondering if Kino is alone in this massive house. Because if he is, who would open the gates for me?
Stupid. This is what I get when I act on my stupid instincts. What if he lived in a penthouse or anything? I wouldn’t have gotten past security because he’s a f*****g VIP.
Why would Mom talk to me like that? She only made me vulnerable!
“Who’s there?” Kino’s weak voice can be heard from the intercom.
“It’s me. Denise,” I repl
