Curtis had never had so much time like this, not having anything to do. Hence, he was always lost in his thoughts.

Lying in bed, he'd already thought about the incident from 13 years ago. The faces of the people who had fallen to the ground in a pool of their own blood were still fresh in his mind.

Now, facing Stephen's curiosity, he somehow wanted to confide in him. "I can explain it to you, but I don't want Yvonne to know."

"Okay," Stephen promised, grabbing a chair by the side to sit down