Recalling
"What are you doing here?" I said, raising an eyebrow. I knew she and Adams would aid her problem, but Adams never told me she was going to live here. I couldn't believe what I saw as I glanced at her from head to toe. But she, too, fought my sight, but she didn't respond, and her glance slipped from behind me. When I glanced at what she was looking at, I noticed she was staring at Adams. I avoided her eyes and just asked my inquiry again.
"What are you doing here?" I question, my eyebrows furrowed. I ponder how she feels and what she is going through, but she has yet exceeded the limit of living here while the current lover is present. I wanted to hit her with those remarks, but she didn't seem to want to go until Adams knew she was here.
"Adams," she quietly called to the
