Thanks. I make a noncommittal noise and continue eating as she bustles out the door. In the hall, I hear her giggle, and then the door opens again. I'm about to ask if she forgot something, but the words stick in my throat, clogging my ability to breathe or think.
He's here. He's back.
Warning bells go off in my mind, telling me to get the f**k up and move away from the danger, but I can’t. My limbs won’t move. I'm frozen, a deer in headlights, while Drew stalks closer, shutting the door behind him. "I've been looking for you."
Deep breath. I need to get my galloping heart rate under control. I swallow the bite of cereal I forgot I'd taken and clear my throat. "Well, you didn't check the place I live until now, so I guess you weren’t looking that hard."
What I really want to say is, go
