BRIELLE's POV “Anya,” I called out as I entered the house, although I expected her to be at home, I could sense that there was someone inside the house. Moreover, the door had been left unlocked. “Anya?” I called out again, this time, my voice gave out my fear as it shook a little. Sometimes, we get used to things always going the wrong way and now my soul was mared deeply with fear. “Relax, it’s just me,” Giveon’s familiar voice rang out as he stepped out from my room. “What are you doing here?” I asked harshly, unable to feel any relief from knowing nothing was wrong. “That’s not a way to greet someone that’s here to help you,” Giveon said with dissatisfaction that had my brain swirling. “Help me? Why? With what?” Without processing anything, I asked as the the thoughts came to my head. “Helping you get back home, your papa is sick and needs help, so let’s go help him together,” Giveon said and then placed a traveling back that I wasn’t familiar with on the table. “I’m
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