After Caleb left me, I ate the whole bowl of soup and didn’t leave anything in the bowl. It’s entirely clean, as if it has been finally washed. Now, I am lying down in this tiny bed and trying to fall asleep since we will be moving once again tomorrow.
I was staring at this wooden ceiling when I heard the door start to creak. Not knowing what to do, I searched for a sharp object and found a pen on the table beside me. I immediately hid it under my pillow and eagerly closed my eyes. I waited for this person to come near me. It might be an assassin, a killer, or a robber.
He strides slowly toward my bed, and this tension is f*****g killing me! It’s making my heart feel like it's bursting out of my chest. It was thumping so loudly that it made me want to cover my chest with this goddamn pil
