Chapter 89 Share your problem

• “S-sorry,” I said as I diverted my gaze from Randall, who was going to kiss me. We're in the kitchen now, and I'm preparing something for him to eat before he goes to work. We haven't heard from Charlotte since, and Randall hasn't had any problems yet, but it's better to be safe than sorry. But I feel bad since I'm avoiding Randall right now because of something that hasn't yet been proven.
• I'm still waiting for the investigator's message to decide what to do next, but I can't think straight when I think Randall's mother should pay for it. Perhaps a lot is already going through his head at these moments. Possibly, it's only now that he regrets taking Randle and me again.
• “Oh,” he muttered, releasing his grasp on both of my body's corners since he had me locked in while my back was resting on the table. I know he was dissatisfied, but he didn't say it because he was afraid of something. I was disappointed since I had promised not to make him uneasy, yet here we are again. We've lost communication again.