“What’s it going to take for you to believe me that I didn’t know that she was there?” He pleads his voice low, “I swear I’m not like that, not anymore.”
I huff and roll my eyes at him, “I don’t know Warren. Video evidence, I guess.”
He perks up and whips his phone out of his pocket, “Hold on, I can get that.”
I look at him in disbelief and irritation, “Of course you can.”
I shiver standing in the doorway while Warren makes a couple of phone calls, “Hey, can you come inside. I’m getting cold.”
He nods and steps into the house after I shut the door behind him. I plop onto my couch and wrap a blanket around my shoulders before digging into the chicken salad in my bowl. Warren looks between me and the bowl while carrying on his conversation and I stand up again to head to the kitchen. Qu
