ENZO KING
“Mom,” I whispered, not keeping eye contact. But I can feel her daze on me.
“Son, this is unlike you. What is going on, talk to me?” The pain within her voice is unmissable.
“You were not supposed to come here. I did not even know that I was here until I was woken up by a cold floor and realized that I am here. How did you find me?”
“Everybody knows that you are here. You are quite a famous lawyer on social media after you made a scene last night at a bar. The video is trending everywhere,” I gasped and thought for a while. Nandi could be watching or has already seen the video.
I cleared my throat and looked at my mother.
“How bad is it?” I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer.
“Well, you are locked up in here, aren’t you? That is how bad it is, Enzo. Is this the
