96.

Ivan’s POV

I feel like I’ve lost track of the person I am, I haven’t been myself in years, especially with the betrayal of my foster parents.

Who would’ve known that they could think to sketch something like that?

The fact that I couldn’t talk to anyone about what I’d just found bothered me everyday and sometimes even though I knew that my best friends would never do something like this.

After all, they were the ones who opened my eyes to what’s really going on. A very big part of me still thinks that they might decide to turn their backs on me, leaving me alone to handle my problems myself.

I groaned as I dumped the file I was working on on the table, my head aches really badly and I rubbed my temple as I swallowed.

Opening my drawer, I brought out the pain killers and used it before pacing around my office and stretching since I’ve been in the same position for hours.

Looking out the window, my mind darted off to Lexi and I couldn’t help but wonder how she’s doing? The fact that Cel