Chapter 31
Janessa's POV
The knock came again- louder this time.
My heart stopped.
“Dad? It’s me-”
Oh my God. Alesha?
I froze. My stomach dropped straight through the tiled floor.
I pressed both hands to the sink, whispering to my reflection,
“You’re dead. Dead, Janessa. Killed by your bestie who won't attend your funeral.”
My pulse went wild.
The mirror showed every trace of him still on me- messy hair, love bites he’d sworn were ‘light.’
Outside, Graham’s voice tried to sound normal.
“Just a second!”
Every second felt like a gun click. I swear I could hear her shifting outside, knocking again.
Then-
“Oh! Sorry, wrong room!” a girl apologized from the hall.
Footsteps fading.
I slumped against the wall, almost crying. What was it with this recycled type of interruptions
