Chapter 11

“Who are you!?” Silas screamed.

“Why don’t you look closer,” Zen said with a smirk.

Silas squinted for a bit and slowly, his eyes widened. “No way,” he uttered.

“Yes, way,” Zen smiled.

“Tom? Is that you?” Silas asked.

“I don’t believe it! Tom is a loser! You can’t be Tom!” Silas roared.

“Thought you could avoid facing consequences?” Zen said.

Silas looked up, fear evident in his eyes. “Please, Tom, we were classmates in college, we were all so young. Everything that happened was because of how young we were.”

Zen’s expression remained impassive as he seized Silas by the collar and pulled him to his feet. “You think apologies can undo the damage you’ve done?” His voice was controlled but seething with anger.

“I’ll be the one asking the questions here, and if you tell a single lie, you're not going to make it out of here,” Zen said as he threw Silas back to the chair.

“What happened with you and Malia?” Zen asked.

“I-I thought you knew everything? Why are you—“

Before he could continue,