I submitted my leave of absence from work, and it was approved without delay. Now, I’m on a mission to uncover the identity of the jerk who sent Adrian that text. "Do you have any idea who it might be?" I asked. He shook his head, "I don’t recognize that number. It could be someone who knows about your relationship." Could it be Silas? He’s been a thorn in my side lately and is well aware of what’s going on.
Adrian has calmed down a bit, but he’s still furious with Lyon. He insists I can’t go home alone, claiming I need people around me. When I mentioned that Lyon would look after me, he shot me a fierce glare.
His protectiveness is reminiscent of someone else's possessiveness, and I can’t help but miss that person. A day without him feels like pure torture. "Can I grab that number?" I a
