Instead of going straight back to Seth's cabin I decide to make a quick visit to Dorothea. I am left thinking about her after my therapy session, drawing a possible connection between my dream last night and her glaring distaste for me. If there is a chance she has found out what Jeremy's parents already know about me, I would like to know.
Walking up her front porch, I can hear old music playing softly through the open windows of the cabin. I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. Half a minute passes before I hear footsteps coming. Dorothea opens the door with a trained smile but her expression falls as soon as she recognizes me. She blocks the entrance with her body; the only way I'll be getting inside is if she invites me.
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