"Henry, what happened back then was just an accident. You should tell Yara exactly what happened. You're not the type to run from your problems." Owen Morgan walked up to Henry Lester's side and clapped him firmly on the shoulder.
'Yara isn't someone who can't tell right from wrong. If she knew the truth, maybe she wouldn't blame Henry for everything.'
'Unfortunately, the one person Henry couldn't get past was himself.'
Henry Lester clenched his fists, stood up, grabbed his jacket, and walked out. Owen Morgan called after him, but he paid him no mind.
The sky was just beginning to lighten. A bone-chilling wind hit him as he stepped outside. Henry Lester got into his car and drove toward the military base.
'It's been a whole night, and still no news of my little one.'
However, as he was driving toward the base, a bullet suddenly shot toward his window. If he hadn't dodged in the nick of time, he would have been hit.
