Chapter 115

MELVIN’S POV

It was the early hours of the morning, and I had been awake for some time, lost in my own thoughts. The moon's soft glow seeped through the window, casting ethereal shadows in the room.

My mind was already occupied with thoughts and plans, but the rapid knocks on my door startled me, shattering the calm of the dawn. The sound reverberated through the room, echoing the urgency of the visitor on the other side.

"Who's there?" I called out, my voice still laced with sleep, as I made my way to the door.

"It's John," came the reply, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. Each word seemed to hang in the air, brimming with unspoken importance.

I furrowed my brows, wondering why he would be here at such an early hour, pounding on my door. Rather than walk to the door and open it, I remained on my bed preferring to continue the conversation from where I lay.

"What brings you here so early, John? And with such urgency? Is something wrong?" I asked, still wondering why he was here s