‘Jenna, what can I do for you?’ He asked without looking up from his computer.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. I wished the room had curtains to give us an extra layer of privacy.

‘Something wrong?’ He looked.

‘Somewhat,’ I cleared my throat.

What lies would he tell me? How many lies had he been telling me?

‘Actually there is something wrong.’ Ben stood then folded his arms.

‘There is?’ What was he talking about?

‘Care to explain why the police came to my house plainly asking if I was stalking you and if I had killed any cats lately?’ He blasted.

I swallowed, ‘They did...