Worth

Chapter 3

Adelaide did not stay. She left shortly after giving him the black leather journal.

Lance was sure she came just to give him this journal.

She did not explain much. Not that he had expected her to. She always had been like this. Cold, reclusive, unsharing.

It, in fact, had been a surprise when she called him this morning that she will be visiting him. They never had been close. She was the introverted yet intimidating nerd and he was a fairly popular guy, who maintained good grades nevertheless, back then in the school days. The only connecting link between them was Maia Rennings.

Maia Rennings.

He shook his head to get rid of Maia's image forming in his head. She was a cursed memory, the one that made him want to bang his head on the wall repeatedly.

Sighing, he looked outside his window as it poured heavily. The black, thick layer of clouds covering the night sky was merciless in their onslaught of water. The lightning lit up the sky time to time, indicating it's going to be a long, thunderous, rainy night.

He sat up on his bed and picked up the journal placed on the nightstand, finally opening it.

He sucked in a sharp breath harshly when he read the initials, written with black pen intricately, on the very first page.

M.R.