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"No, but I don’t think it could have been a rando there was a note attached to the brick" I bite down on ain, I probably shouldn’t have told hiht and wrong

Who to trust

Although, it feels like I can trust hins with inquisitiveness "What’d it say?"

I rub oose bumps dot my flesh Not from the cold, but from my nerves "If I told you, you’d have to promise you wouldn’t tell anyone and that you won’t ask questions"

He scratches the side of his face, and I notice his ared over his flesh When he sees the direction of rey thermal shirt down to cover the marks up

"I’ll try not to ask questions," he replies "But, with how nervous you’re acting right now, I’ to make me want to ask a lot of questions"

He’s lettingme make the choice

If I want to let him into that part offor the stairs, "but I more than likely won’t be able to answer all of them"

He follows me up the stairs and into lass on the floor, and his eyes immediately fall to the shards stuck in the carpet then drift upward to the taped-up

"They threw it through your door?" He shakes his head as he h the plastic "When you said , I thought you meant "

"Window Door They’re kind of the same"

"So, where’s the note?" Ryler’s brow arches when I twist the lock of the door, locking up, so I do completely out of habit "Are you afraid of so the door, because you’re afraid of the person who did this?"

"Kind of" Which is the partial truth

I collect the note froive it to him "This was on the brick," I explain as he reads the short letter "At first, I didn’t see it and thought solances up from the paper "Eh as I sink onto the sofa "I know it is"

He sits down besidetoo much space between our bodies in my opinion "Did you call the police?"

I shake my head and slump back on the sofa "I can’t call them"

He looks from the paper to"Because I can’t"