My eyebrow burrowed as I pondered where the soft tapping was coming from. It just keeps getting louder by the second.
The moment it was too loud to ignore, I eventually pinpointed the cause.
Something was hitting my window pane.
I rushed to it thinking it was probably birds or just unruly kids playing at night.
But when I lifted the window frame, I was surprised to see Kyle who was already looking back at me. He was wearing a chunky, green knitwear cardigan.
He was standing there, laid back, with his hands tucked into the pocket of his blue jeans.
I mouthed a “Why are you here?" but he just shrugged his shoulders and signalled me to go downstairs with his eyes.
My feet moved before I compelled it to do so.
I was in front of my white wooden dresser when I opened the second drawer a
