C41 Chapter forty one

Martins pov

Sinclair had a sour look on her face, obviously not what she expected, it’s not even up to the size of her store room, or garage, but I grew up here and it’s pretty big for me that’s for sure.

“ surprise” I said faking a smile with my arms wide open towards the building, she looks at the building in disgust then at me, like this lady literally called grandma house a painted hut