SAMUEL RUIZ’S H.Q.
4:11 p.m.
I knock on the door. Sam opens it. He kisses my forehead.
“What’s going on, Sam?”
“I don’t know how to tell you this.”
He fiddles with his fingers and his expression is unreadable. I feel like he’s scared of how I’ll react.
“First, I want you to promise me you won’t do anything stupid after what I’m about to say.”
“That means I might get mad.”
“You have to promise me.”
He’s about to speak when there’s another knock at the door.
I stay still. He opens it and comes back with someone.
When I see who it is, my eyes widen in shock.
What the hell is he doing here?
Alexander Graves.
Alexander looks at me the same way Sam does. This situation is unreal.
“I called him to come.”
“What the hell, Sam?”
No answer.
“Since when do you know each other? I thou
