The next morning came too fast although I didn’t sleep much because my mind was full of questions and worries. I kept thinking about the photos, the name Greg Vale, and the gunshot. It was all too much for me to process.
I was sitting on the bed when I heard a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” I said.
Carson walked in. He looked tired too, like he didn't have a good sleep.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “Still shaken, I guess,”I added.
He nodded and walked closer. “You didn’t sleep?”He asked.
“Not really,” I replied. “You?”
He shook his head. “Same,”He said.
There was silence, then he sat beside me and held my hands.
“We can’t pretend this isn’t happening,” I said.
“I know,” he replied. “I think we need to figure out how to go about this whole
