♥ Jethro ♥
♥Chloe: There is a back door that leads to the staircase. I’m on the third floor, apartment C34.
The back stairwell of Chloe’s apartment building smelled faintly of dust and old wood polish. It was quiet here, eerily so, except for the occasional sound of traffic far below. I had slipped in through the rear entrance, dodging the vultures with their cameras and bright lights gathered outside the front doors. I didn’t care if they caught me leaving later. I just didn’t want them to harass her right now. The third floor felt closer with every step I took, but my chest tightened all the same. I wasn’t nervous. I didn’t do nervous. Yet there was a strange weight in my gut, a sensation I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried. When I reached her door, I stopped. My hand hovered
