Chapter 17
- There was a knock on the front door and I adjusted my oversized nightwear to go get it, feeling a pounding in my chest. I wore an old, thrifted shirt to sleep and its neckline had long since stretched out to the max so the shirt tended to slip down one shoulder all the time.
- When I opened the door, I met a man with dazzling blonde hair and his nose in the air.
- “Where is he?” He asked.