Knife on His Lap

ie Iv

ought Nari home and met with Doctor Jeon, an acquaintance of mine. While I trusted the woman enough to entrust Nari into her care, I couldn't shake the unease of leaving them alone for such an extended period. She had

like me with his precious daughter. But I could sense his desperation. After the death of his wife, the man I had looked up to as a brilliant mind spiraled down the path of gambling and addiction. And when a man like him falls, so do most of his "trusted ones." He had brushed with the authorities many times, and I used my connections to help him, unb

shutting the door behind her. The silence hung between us, and I gestured for her to move to the sitti

ting strangers was especially harder for her, given the past circumstances. The girl had gone through betrayal and experienced cold shoulders from people she considered frie

for her to come running to me in distress. I never imagined her to be so stubborn that she wouldn'

has shifted slightly from its place. It will take a few weeks or less to heal, depending upon her condition. Keep her in observation, for I have given her some strong sedatives to ease the pain. She might go in and out

cked the clock; it was almost going to be dawn, but sleep felt like the last thing on my plate. A pin

aky clean picture of the alleyway we were just in hours ago. Clicking a f

rbrush, and returned to carefully untangle all the grime of the day from small sections of her hair. I had prepared every necessity I thought a girl her

ri. I tracked everything, from the time she left her apartment to her arrival at school, her time in school, and then to her part-time jobs. I waited and hoped every day, secretly

fficials were going to seize the property, taking out whatever they could recover from it, and making her homeless in t