Hope's POV
" Hope? What are you doing here?" My mother asked me with a surprised face.
She doesn't know it but I am just as surprised as she is to find myself knocking on her door at this time of the night. If I had other options, I would have taken them. She also doesn't know that she is my last hope and that I need her.
After I saw my husband shooting his friend in cold blood, I realized that my husband might not be who he pretends to be. Not so long ago, he killed a man and told me that he was responsible for what happened at our house. Like a fool, I believed him.
I saw the way he was looking at Grant. He had so much contempt, so much hatred. I was looking at my husband and yet I couldn't recognize the man that he was. I didn't go back to the party, I called a can and went home.
