~Hey handsome, it's really disheartening how you left me hanging even after we had such a great fleeting moment… Anyway, Riley, I wanted to inform you that… You don't have to worry about Adam Smith or the case anymore. Everything is handled, there was enough evidence to prove he was guilty, and since I have powerful connections, I have him locked up… For some years,... he tried to find his way out, but… Well, for you, I made sure it was impossible. I hope your friend is doing fine and has gotten over the trauma… Call me when you get this message. I honestly can't stop thinking about your face and wanting to see it… It's kind of giving me sleepless nights… Phew.~
Henry reads through the message slowly, each word sinking into his chest like a weight he can't shake off. His fingers tighten around the phone, knuckles whitening against the smooth surface.
