Chapter 6

Andrew didn't come home at all the entire next day.

I went about my routine—ate, read, and started packing. The important things I quietly stashed at the bottom of my suitcase, covering them up with some ordinary clothes to keep them hidden.

At six p.m., the doorbell rang.

I took a deep breath, headed to the door, and opened it.

Andrew was standing there—and so was she.

The girl looked young—in her early twenties at most. Sun-kissed skin, big eyes, white dress with a pale pink cardigan, long hair falling over her shoulders. Sweet. Soft. Innocent-looking.

She looked a lot…