Chapter 72 – Your Happiness

Jett

I traveled around the world for the past two years. Aside from running away from Interpol, I’ve also been looking for her. And a desperate attempt at it, too. But I’ve gotten nowhere, with little to no leads of her. It’s been two long, grueling years of loneliness and grief. The memory of my brothers and I in the mansion laughing rowdily is but a distant memory. We’ve all gone our different ways and they’ve started their new lives, yet here I am still living in the past.

I loosened my tie as I looked down on the grave, the sky mourning my loss with a faint drizzle and heavy clouds. I read the name on the tomb.

Ross Leighton.

With a sigh, I sat down in front of him and pulled out the canned beer from my plastic bag. I started, “How’s it going up there, man? You better not be giving God a headache.”

The canned beer fizzled as it opened, its content reinvigorating and refreshing to my throat.

“Your daughter’s in 2nd grade now. Although Niamh probably already told you that… I’m just