~ Evie ~
This is getting bad. Really bad. Marcus has been acting weird for days now, like he's turned into some kind of spy. I catch him glancing at my phone when I leave it on the counter, or he'll ask these casual questions about where I've been, like "How was your visit home today? Traffic bad?" But his eyes are sharp, watching me too close. And yesterday? I swear he tracked my car or something, because when I got back from seeing Jack - yeah, we snuck a quick one in his room again - he was already home, asking why it took so long to "run errands." Errands. Right. Like he knows I'm out there getting what he can't give me.
I'm in the kitchen now. The house is quiet this morning, just the staff moving around in the background. Marcus comes in, dressed for work, but he doesn't grab his u
