Norah
The door flings open as his tall frame comes into view, his face hardening when his eyes find my teary ones, while I stand on the other side of the door. He seems annoyed from the unexpected harsh bangs on his door, a towel hanging loosely around his torso, his upper body bare to my eyes.
Fury and dread coat my insides, as his eyes narrow on the Polaroid photo in my hands.
" What did you do to Olivia?" I yelled, my voice echoing in the quiet hallway.
His body goes rigid, his eyes flaring from anger and bitterness, as he takes a step
toward me like a wild panther, his jaw and shoulder muscles clenching.
"What?"
His voice comes out as dangerous as he looks right now, trying to intimidate me. But my rage and despise that cloud my mind for him somehow give me the power to stand
