Chapter 23

Xander

I am drained as I drink yet another glass of strong, malt whiskey. It’s the finest you can buy, around five hundred dollars a bottle, but hell I need it right now. Violet was okay when I left her a couple of hours ago. The nurse said I should come home and get some rest, which reluctantly I did.

I am still mad as hell at Kenna and walking out on Violet like that and nor will Violet tell me what went down. She got so distressed and turned on the tears that the nurses actually forbid me to talk to her after that.

Whatever is going on, I will find out. There has to be a way and I am good at getting what I want after all. It’s dark and lonely, I ought to turn on some lights and put them on the dim setting but you know what, I can't be bothered.

Part of me is missing Kenna being around, even though we’ve been divorced for a month or more now, I really do miss her. Why? I have no idea. And why I constantly think about her is beyond me too. It’s confusing the hell out of me.

Is it be