Dawn had broken.
For the first time in his thirty-five years, Kevin Cliff feared the arrival of daylight, and even more so, he dreaded the door behind him opening, scared that he could no longer face her.
He had sheltered the murderer of their son, and even he couldn't face himself anymore.
Charlotte Green was still uneasy about Gavin Turner and had wanted to check on him under the pretext of breakfast. She never expected that upon opening the door, a heavy figure would tumble in.
She was startled and instinctively jumped back dramatically, but upon a closer look, she was surprised to find it was Kevin Cliff!
"You..."
The scolding she meant to deliver was stifled when she saw his expression.
What happened to him? Why did he seem as though he had been dealt a tremendous blow, his expression and eyes not quite right?
Noticing Charlotte's inquisitive gaze, Kevin Cliff regained his usual composure, "I'm here to take you to register."
