RYKER
I stroll to her and take her hand in mine before taking her towards the desk and sitting her down over it. She lets me do that—I am grateful for that.
I don’t have the will to fight right now. I feel like a fucking puppet who was made to run around in circles to take revenge for something which never happened.
Yes. They killed my child and it’s something I will never be able to forget. But seeing Britney has thrown me off the game, making me ponder over many things.
I plop down on the ch