Callie
BEN’S LURKING FIGURE reappeared that afternoon. We all felt him before we saw him. A tightness rushed through the room that made us all sit up straighter. Mosby raised his head from my lap to growl, and the hairs on my arms stood on end, all senses tingling, ready for an attack.
We were back sitting in the staffroom again, but the atmosphere was easier than this morning. Joe and I had even exchanged a few words. Nothing of consequence of course, but it was better than the awkward attempts at avoiding each other’s eyes we usually did.
Ben’s entrance plunged us back into silence. He limped into the room, moving stiffly. “Did you leave me any food, Clo?” he asked.
God, he was an arrogant asshole, expecting her to cook for him after everything he’d done.
Chloe just shrugged. “On
