Chapter Twenty-Eight
| calum’s pov | She ran, as soon as I told her the truth. I really had no idea on what she was talking about. Even if I did go to her place, I wouldn’t be able to get through her windows. Her windows always had been the kind that had protection; ever since her parents gave her that small house, it’s always been there. What’s happening to her? I don’t know; was this caused by her obsessive-compulsive disorder? It’s honestly making me worried, especially because I have no one to turn to, personally. Her parents are dead; she had no siblings or any more relatives I could ask help from. Her doctor could do the trick, but from what I know, she’s retired from her job. I swear if this is a sick joke, I’m going to blow up the minute she laughs. But the look on her face was of pure devasta
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