KENNEDY
WEEKS had passed, and we both went back to our everyday lives. But these past few days, Asmodeus has been acting suspicious. He comes home late and left early in the morning. I can count on my finger how many times I get to eat breakfast with him these past few days. I was starting to get worried, but I was afraid to ask. I was afraid that I might not like his answer if he confronted him.
Days turned into weeks, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with Asmodeus. He was always on his phone, texting or talking in hushed tones. He'd leave the room when I walked in, and I could tell he was being secretive about something. I tried not to let it bother me, but the more I thought about it, the more anxious I became.
It was passed midnight, and Asmodeus hasn't come. T
