Jenna's POV
After an hour, I opened the door as quietly as I could and sneaked out, the house was quiet, the only sound I could hear was my heart ramming aggressively against my rib cage and my uneven breaths
I made sure to not make any sound as I tiptoed to the sitting room- a huge sigh of relief escaped my lips when I saw the empty living room
He left. Luckily. I raked my hair backward as I scuffed past the living room to the kitchen, my movements lazy with my flops scraping against the floor loudly
I poured myself a glass of cold water, gulping everything down in one go, I dropped the cup with a loud thud, leaning on the kitchen counter for support
"He knows, he knows" I kept muttering while pacing around the kitchen, my brain was clouded with numerous thoughts.
What is he gon
