“S-sorry,” I said as I diverted my gaze from Randall, who was going to kiss me. We're in the kitchen now, and I'm preparing something for him to eat before he goes to work. We haven't heard from Charlotte since, and Randall hasn't had any problems yet, but it's better to be safe than sorry. But I feel bad since I'm avoiding Randall right now because of something that hasn't yet been proven.

I'm still waiting for the investigator's message to decide what to do next, but I can't think straight when I think Randall's mother should pay for it. Perhaps a lot is already going through his head at...