Page 404 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

And Xavier looked at me like his big brother was just helping him out.

Never questioned why I was suddenly around more.

Never questioned why his wife seemed happier.

Never questioned why sometimes me and Sam barely looked at each other when he was in the room.

Dumb motherfucker.

The craziest part?

I had proof.

Not because I was some creep secretly setting cameras up to record Samantha.

My Alpine house stayed covered in security cameras.

Inside and out.

Same reason Freckles did.

I didn’t play about security.

Thanksgiving happened in my kitchen.

Right underneath cameras that had already been there.

I realized it the next morning.

Checked.

Sure enough.

There we were.

More than enough footage to prove exactly what happened.

And since then, Sam had been at my house plenty.

Different days.

Different times.

Walking in.

Walking out.

Kissing me.

Sitting in my lap.

Spending hours there.

I didn’t need to manufacture shit.

My security system had weeks of timestamps showing Xay’s wife regularly coming to see me.

I hadn’t shown anybody.