LORENZO
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Isla often forgot that our rooms were right next to each other. My walls weren’t very thick, so sometimes I could even hear her pacing around in her room.
The moment she stood up from bed and left her room, I left my room as well. I wasn’t exactly certain where she was going but when she got downstairs and didn’t go to the kitchen, I had an inkling she wasn’t returning to the backyard.
I was right.
So caught up in her new mission, she didn’t even realize she was being followed. She still wasn’t security-conscious. No wonder she was easily kidnapped the last time.
I followed silently behind her as she entered my office. I stood by the side as I started hearing her going through my drawers, papers ruffling with each drawer she opened. What the hell was she looking for? Did
