West nodded and sat. "Thank you."
All Darius wanted to do now, was throw him off the building but he didn't have any choice but to sit.
Dinner began and the table was filled with perfectly cooked dishes ranging from steaming seafood to grilled meats to fresh fruit.
Glass walls reflected the sunset over Misty High as a soft breeze moved through the rooftop.
To anyone looking, this was paradise but to Darius, it felt like psychological torture because across the table West was smiling, talking, laughing and playing with his children like he belonged there.
Mia had moved her chair closer to West, Benjamin was showing him things on his tablet and West actually paid attention.
He asked questions, pretended to show interest and to make things worse, the children loved it.
Darius stared and in his mind, different scenes of West dying brutally played out.
