Naomi
I wasn’t at all surprised to see Erik standing outside on my porch at five-fifty. However, I was surprised at his actions. The man looked uncomfortable or something. As I sipped my coffee, I watched him through the kitchen window. He was muttering to himself, and he wasn’t aware that I was watching him. Carefully and as quietly as possible, I slid the window open just enough to hear what he was saying.
“…together, Erik,” I heard. I wasn’t sure what the first part was, but I was intrigued, nonetheless. “You can do this; she is going to show you around. Show you Chasea. She is letting you into her world,” as I listened, I realized that his thoughts were private, and I wasn’t doing myself any favors by listening in. I quickly shut the window and the sound must have alerted him. He did
