[~Music Recommendations: I Won't Give Up Jana Kramer & The One by Shakira~]
Michael had been sitting in front of his desk, trying to contemplate something about the recent situation they were in. No wonder he suspected the chief of the police, considering the way he sounded so vague.
"Something just doesn't add up." He mumbled, as he couldn't yet make sense of Rose's real intentions. On one hand, she was cunning, but sometimes she would offer him an inkling about some impending dangers which would turn out to be true, most of the time.
A few days passed, and although things were looking like they were getting back to normal, that wasn't the case in reality. Komachi was dismissed from the hospital, but he needed someone to look after him twenty-four hours a day; ofcourse, Mona would do the needful and more.
