Cara’s POV
“I’m coming.” I said as I grabbed the small towel from the kitchen counter to dry my hands, before walking out to the living room, and the front door.
When I got to the door, I stopped suddenly, skeptical about who it might be at the door. I wasn’t sure who it was because I sure knew Jason wouldn't bother knocking. It was his house, so he would just be opening the door and coming in. I didn’t order anything so I surely didn’t think it was a delivery person, but still…
Slowly, I reached up to the door and peeked out from the hole in it to see a man standing there.
He was holding something in his hand that looked like an envelope, but I wasn’t too sure. For all I knew it was a folder. I couldn’t see his left hand so I wondered if he was holding anything there.
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