Naomi
The incessant knocking had me groaning loudly as I rolled off the bed. I didn’t have to wonder who it was, as I knew it was probably Atticus. After I had stormed off and walked all the way home, I had taken a nice relaxing shower and gotten into bed. It wasn’t late enough to sleep, but I did have a lot of research and work to do. Which I had been doing before the persistent knocking had begun.
“Coming!” I called out as I pulled on my favorite soft fluffy pink robe and slipped on my pink slippers. I was tempted to take my sweet time, but I was far too curious to know what he wanted to be spiteful. I hurried down the stairs and pulled open the front door. As I expected, Atticus stood on the other side of the door.
“Can I come in?” he asked, slightly out of breath. Why was he out of
