He walks into the living room when I keep quiet. My heart is beating so fast. Lisa is about to be busted. I might be homeless before the night is over.
He perches on the edge of the couch and looks at me.
"Have we met before?" He asks and I shake my head. I don't trust myself enough to talk.
"Your name is?"
"Bree."
"Why are you here Bree?"
I chew on my lower lip while trying to think of a plausible explanation and I finally decide to say the truth.
"I stay with Lisa. I just got home."
He bursts out laughing.
"Are you kidding me? Lisa has issues sharing her space with people. Even me. Just tell me what you are doing here."
"I'm Lisa's roommate. Believe me."
"Okay. Where's Lisa? I've been trying to reach her but her phone goes straight to voicemail."
I take a deep breath.
"Can
