C11 chapter 11: Never Have I Ever

Autumn

If anger could be expressed in words, I would have scribbled 'ANGER' in a paper for about a thousand times at least.

What does Ian think of himself? At least I came home when I was out late; it didn't matter what time. I came home. Ian didn't even return home and it's eleven in the morning. Tell me, why had I never killed him before?

I served Isabel tea and some light breakfast