After Angela left, our little cabin finally became truly quiet.
So much had happened throughout the day, and only at night could we finally rest.
I closed the door behind me, and when I turned around, I saw Tyrone standing there, arms crossed, watching me.
"Come here," he raised an eyebrow at me.
I turned away, sticking my tongue out at him, and slowly walked toward him.
"Do you have the keychain?" Tyrone asked.
I raised my hands. "It's definitely not here with me. You can search if you want."
Maybe my overly confident response made him hesitate, but after a moment of scrutiny, Tyrone temporarily gave up on his suspicions. However, that didn’t mean I was in the clear.
I knew he was about to hold me accountable for hiding something.
Even if I said I hadn’t noticed the pattern on th
