Twelve
Friday night, even laterBy some miracle, I don’t run into anyone on the swim home and the house is empty when I get there. I can’t face anyone right now. I especially can’t face Riatus. I’m not prepared to deal with his I-warned-you-about-this face.
He won’t mean to give me that look, but he won’t be able to help it.
And, really, I can’t exactly blame him. He was right.
But just because he’s not here right now doesn’t mean I’m in the clear. He could get home at any time. I need to lock myself away before he does. And I will need provisions.
I do a quick swim-by in the kitchen, grab a box of caramel cookies and a jar of fudge cream, and then sprint straight for my room.
Moments later, I’m snuggled under the covers, trying to pretend like nothing from the last week ever happened
