The car pulls up to a beautiful house that looks as if it’s straight out of a poster. I stare at it in wonder, trying to work out why Jacob has let me come.
That’s a lie. I know why.
Guilt is a big motivator.
It still seems a little out of character that he’s letting me visit with people he doesn’t like, especially as he’s sent me alone. Or as alone as I can be with Denzel following as my ever-present shadow. Does he know that Denzel is friendly towards me?
Horror seeps in as I realise that perhaps the guard’s friendliness is nothing but a front to allow him to watch me better. Have I been such a fool as to think he actually feels for me?
The car door opens and I swallow down my nerves.
“We’re here,” Denzel says unnecessarily.
I force a smile on my face and let him help me out of th
