Alfie hasn’t been able to stop crying. Even now, that it’s six in the evening and Arjun has been home for close to an hour, he still can’t stop. The salt tears were still rolling down the side of his face and the letter tightly gripped in his hand. What was he supposed to do now? They had all listened to the audio files on the flash drive and that just seemed to make matters worse for Alfie, who had even cried more.
Crisanto hadn’t know they were going to the use the pictures against him, Crisanto had tried to keep him safe, Crisanto had even tried to talk to him. Everything in his head was Crisanto this, Crisanto that. But it was all making sense now, all the tiny puzzle pieces were coming together. Like why he had never actually seen Crisanto’s face as he f****d Rachel, all he had seen
