THREE DAYS LATER
~Harlow~
I speak with my mates daily. All except Thane, and I refuse to speak about him. They appear to accept that. Besides the day he had that panic attack, for whatever reason, I haven’t spoken to him. Although, he has tried to speak to me. I ignore his messages, not ready to delve into the arguments I am sure will come from that.
It helps with the loneliness of being in this guest house by myself, however, this place still doesn’t feel like home, and I know it never will. No matter how much I try to settle in here, the longer I stay, the more unsettled I become.
I hear the phone I recently bought start ringing. I get up from the small sofa I am reading on. Walking over to it, I notice it is a private number.
Pressing answer, I put the phone to my ear, only to see
