Chapter 19: Prison Orange
Lizzie
I hadn’t seen Reese again. Not after what had happened between us earlier.
The thought kept circling my mind like an annoying fly that refused to die, buzzing somewhere just behind my ribs, impossible to swat away. I didn’t know if he was still in the house or if he’d already left.
Judging from the constant movement echoing through the hallways—footsteps going up and down doors opening and shutting, people talking loudly over one another—I suspected he’d probably already dipped.
Reese didn't strike me as the kind of man who lingered around this sort of scenario longer than necessary.
Still, a strange tension lived in my chest, like my body was waiting to sense him somewhere nearby. Waiting for the possibility of him stepping into my room and turni
