NORAH STEWART'S POV
I knew if he was going to read something by himself downstairs he might actually find something that would clearly question my accident story.
I was not going to jail and I would try all I could to cook up a good story so that I could never go to jail.
I tiptoed down the stairs and with the smell of cooked smokies, I was damn sure that he was in the kitchen.
I walked into the kitchen my taste buds crazily asking to test a few smokies but then I found him picking a strand of hair and looking at it keenly as if he was in a science laboratory.
I got out of the kitchen quietly and thought of something before he rushed back to my room to ask me the questions.
I was actually right because he stormed out of the kitchen at a high walking speed.
"Where are you going to?"I
