**OLIVER WEST**
My head hurt even now as I scanned my swollen eyes around the hallway.
I have never cried the way I did last night, not even the day Dad left us, nor the day we lost our family's dog when I was five.
After Kieran had left, I had repeatedly dialed his number so many times, but it had kept hitting the voicemail.
Anxiety had been the first thing I felt, which had been followed by instant fear and panic. He had driven off in such a state. I didn't know what I would have done if anything had happened to him.
I had to call William because I knew that he had Vince's number and thankfully Vince had answered and confirmed to me that Kieran was in his house.
But when I had asked if Kieran was alright, his answer had been blunt and straight.
He. Is. Not.
