(Avery’s Thoughts)

As soon as we enter the apartment I know something’s wrong. His mood changes. He goes straight to the living room, and he adjusts his clothes.

“Is he hot? He is covered in sweat,” I tell myself. I look at him as I close the door behind me and put the keycard on the kitchen counter.

I look at him loosening up his clothes, looking irritable and uncomfortable.

Suddenly, what Greta said a while ago pops up in my mind. Is it really true? Did he really find me? Just as Peach said. Then, why didn’t he approach me? Did I make a wrong decision?

Now, I am...