Sixteen
Careena
I battle the urge to call Duke. I’m concerned about Alice. The fear in her eyes was no joke. She would have fainted if I hadn’t been holding her. Something is horribly wrong. And I think it has to do with the mysterious figure she saw outside the shop.
I’m toying with the idea of closing the studio early when someone knocks on the door. I have my ears preened to the music school in case Duke comes back or a customer shows up. My fingers tighten on my cellphone. I tiptoe to the front and sigh when I recognize Shaquille peering through the glass.
“Hey.” I unlock the door and lead him in. “It’s good to see you.”
He grins at me, his white teeth a sharp contrast to his dark skin. He’s wearing a soft, blue shirt and slacks. I wonder what he does for a living, but I’m too pol
