ANNIE
I gently massaged the knotted muscles of his calf while Kam groaned into the pillow. The atrophied muscles were finally beginning to fire again, but the result was often painful cramping and spasticity. Kam of course, was impatient and driven and refused to take things slowly. That was his nature, to dominate, whether it was in the boardroom, or his own body, he needed to be in control.
More so, since the death of Phillip and his mother.
It hit him hard, although he tried not to show it. It was one thing to accept that your best friend had betrayed you, but quite another to find him dead in your mother's bedroom. He had confessed to me shortly after the funeral that he had not only lost his friend, but he had also lost the opportunity to find closure. He never really got to unders
