Andrew reached back to his quarters and slumped down on his bed. Not so long before, he had felt his soul leaving his body because of the way Nana behaved with him.
It had been weeks since he had been working for Rose; his very job was to pass on information regarding the matters concerning Layla and Michael.
'You're not doing this right, Andrew,' his inner voice spoke to him. Currently, he had no idea of the whereabouts of Layla or Michael, other than the fact he knew they went traveling. In turn, there wasn't any need to call or meet Rose.
However, contrary to his mind, his heart was focused on something else. Suddenly, he got up from the bed, a frown settling over his face, recalling the photo of the person. If he remembered correctly, he had seen the same person's portrait in Rose's apartment.
