Liam
Dylan is still standing in the middle of the living room and looks at me as if I owed him an explanation.
“What?”
“How long do you want to keep her here?” he asks, pointing to the bathroom door with his chin.
“I have no idea. She can leave whenever she wants, but you can see what a rough state she’s in.”
He scratches the back of his neck and slowly exhales while studying my face.
“Whatever you want… but it wouldn’t hurt to know who she is, don’t you think?”
He has a point, I’m also curious to know more about her, but so far there hasn’t been a good time, nor was her condition good enough for questioning her. Other than that, I was really glad to help her, and I don’t want to make her feel that she must reveal herself in return for my support. Naturally, I’m dying to find out mo
