Chapter 22 Nark and Jealousy

CLYVE I HAD been staring at the white wall for God knew how long until I was interrupted. “See anything fancy other than a white paint?” Startled, my head snapped to the voice from my right—it was Skip. Funny why he kept his hair long. He looked like a bloody biker, but I could not say he didn’t look good because I was his younger version. Now, I wondered how he found me here, but of course, he was my brother, and sometimes I thought he implanted a micro tracker in my body. “Fancy...