Kristen's pov
It has been two weeks since I came home and my life couldn't have been more confusing. Where I thought I would get a while to myself to completely relax, I've been spending time with 'Jonas' who still hasn't confessed his real name is Michael. There still hasn't been any sign of him recognizing me either.
I try to focus on the book that I'm reading, but all the words keep dancing all over the page and my thoughts keep drifting off to random thoughts. I almost feel relieved when I hear the doorbell. I'm not expecting anyone, but it gives me a good reason to lay my book down.
"Good afternoon," Michael says when I open the door. "M-Jonas" I say almost revealing that I know Jonas isn't his real name. I don't want to confront him, I'm still convinced he should tell me. Maybe I'
