Douglas POV
The house was unbelievable. I have no clue how he ended up here. The lowest of the low, if you ask me, sleeping on the streets, would be cleaner and less depressing. The smell upon entering the house was akin to stepping into a local rubbish dump.
How can people live like this?
He was sitting amongst the mess, his eyes alert, although he tried to appear drunk, and in despair, but I didn't fall for it; I hoped the others didn't fall for his acting. He was rude and defiant. Here we were to give him the courtesy of informing him of his loss, and he was still trying to act like it was all our fault that he was in this situation.
His sudden change, upon hearing the loss, which was real, left him shocked, hurt, and deflated. Whatever he had planned was suddenly gone. Was he a de
