The people and scenes before my eyes changed like a kaleidoscope, spinning rapidly and converging into a bizarre vortex.
Carson Flores felt he too had become a part of this vortex, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
Just as the last sliver of clarity in Carson's mind was about to sink, a crisp voice echoed in his head.
"Brother, now that you have a sister, do you not want me anymore?"
Brother?
Carson was startled. Who was this?
The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and Samantha Tate stood before him, looking at him pitifully, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Looking at Samantha Tate, Carson's once completely muddled mind suddenly cleared a bit.
Samantha Tate!
Shirley Miller's cousin, what was she doing here?
That's right, she was also his woman, she deeply loved him...
"Carson, I'm still waiting for you at home!"
Beside Samantha appeared the figure of Alfred Weaver, looking at Carson with expectation: "When are you coming home?"
