Chapter 11

Prisoner's Like Red -4-0-9 While Trevor went to work, I realized that my Sociology textbook must've stayed at Dain's house also. Without hesitation, I called Uber and got myself to his house, using the spare key and walking in. Nothing had changed, it all looked the way he left it. Such a beautiful place, such distasteful memories. The study room was the only place I didn't go in, that's where Dain spent mostly all his time. I didn't really think that I'd leave it there, since he didn't like...