That bunch of keys was definitely not with me.
It wasn’t just because I was afraid I wouldn’t have time to grab them, but because I never even considered taking them. Whether Tyrone believed what I said or not, his hasty retreat still made me laugh.
After such a busy day, I was completely exhausted, and before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep sleep.
How lucky I was to get a good rest after the shooting incident earlier in the day.
When I opened my eyes, Tintin was curled up beside my bed.
"What’s wrong?"
I rubbed my eyes, put on my slippers, and asked how Tintin ended up here.
Tintin just stuck out his tongue and looked at me. I patted his head.
"Awake?" Tyrone was leaning against the doorframe, watching me. "I was worried you might have a nightmare, so I brought Tintin over."
