“What’s wrong?” Griffin asked, waking up from the sound of my phone that kept buzzing on the table.
I stared at the strange message.
*are you happy Griffin is alive? Or are the demons he’s been hiding still haunting you?* I read out loud and Griffin grabbed the phone out of my hand.
“Do you know the number?” I asked, and Griffin’s face turned pale.
“Griffin?”
“No, I don’t know the number.” he grabbed his phone from the side table and punched the number into his phone and saved the number.
“Griffin, you’re scaring me.” I know that look whenever something bad is about to happen, he has that look on his face.
“Griffin?” I raised my eyebrow.
“I thought we said no more secrets, whatever this is, please tell me.” he jumped out of the bed and pull his pants up and walked downstairs witho
