Last night was too much to handle, it started from seeing Fred with Victoria, to getting chased, and then Carson showing up at the right moment to save me.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around the stunt Carson pulled out there. I knew he was cold, distant, and clearly didn’t like me. So why did he help me?
I shifted in bed, staring at the ceiling. Every part of me wanted to believe I was just overthinking things. But I wasn’t stupid. Carson didn’t do things without a reason. And Fred—Fred, my best friend—was now someone I couldn’t trust.
A soft knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Come in," I said, sitting up.
Carson walked in, dressed in a black suit. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, watching me like he was trying to figure something out.
"You’re awak
