Kapitel 28: We Make Our Beds

Lincoln arrived at Tiffany's unit in no time. Standing in her doorway, he repeatedly rings the doorbell. Seconds by seconds he was getting more impatient as no one's opening the door for him. 

After quite some time of forcing himself not to call someone to open the door, it finally swung open and revealed a lady who was only wearing lingerie. Tiffany stood proud and confident right in front of Lincoln. Her hair was lamely resting on her shoulders and back, amber eyes showcasing her tiredness as they bore into him.

"What do you want?" Tiffany asked, snapping Lincoln out of his thoughts.

Instead of answering, Lincoln made his way inside her unit. Slamming the door shut behind him which caused Tiffany to step back a few meters away. There was horror on her beautiful face while looking at the expression Lincoln displayed. 

Anger. Madness.