The whole day we try to think about who might've been the one to come inside the house and leave the container. I got a headache from all of this, I sit on the sofa, my knees are drawn up against my chest, my arms are hugging my legs, my forehead rests on my knees, I close my eyes.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, I look up to see Connor holding out his hand with a painkiller in his hand and a glass of water in his other hand. I take the painkiller and the glass. I drink it, I hand the glass back to him. He sets it on the coffee table and then he sits beside me.
"How are you feeling?" he asks me.
"I feel like a crap, I have a headache and I don't think that I can sleep tonight knowing that there is someone who has access to your house. Someone that obviously knows the alarm code"
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