Chapter Twenty-SixPaige
A knock at the door surprised me. For a split second, I held out hope that maybe it was Cannon. Then I remembered he never knocked, aside from his first time. He had a key, not that he had used it in over a week.
When I opened the door, I was surprised to find a meek college-aged girl with soft blond curls and sad honey-colored eyes. She was petite, dressed in leggings and an oversized University of Michigan sweatshirt that hung from her frame and made her look even smaller.
She met my stare, seemingly just as curious about who I was. Then her gaze darted behind me and into the living room.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Is C-Cannon here?” she stuttered.
“Not right now.”
“But he does live here?”
I swallowed, suddenly feeling uneasy, not to mention I was totally
