Chapter 23 It All Began

• As I went on with my self-massage, I roved my eyes around the chambers until it rested on a book that sat on the shelf.
• “Is that what I think it is?” I left the bed as I approached the mini shelf taking hold of the book in my grip.
• 'The Trust,’ I read along the title of the book that I held. The last time I had seen that book was on the shelf of my father’s study room. It was undoubtedly one of the best books I have read or maybe the only book I have been allowed to read. I sighted a pile of good-looking books on the study table that Ryan had been on all night as I gripped them like a missing trophy that I have been patiently looking for like a lost but found in a book collection. I had completely forgotten about the given job placed in front of me as I had become engrossed in what I gazed upon.