✽ Mandy ✽
As soon as I walked into the apartment, I knew he wasn’t home. It had been a few days since everything had happened, and I still wasn’t sure if Jason was the bad guy or not. I took note that his keys weren’t in the bowl and that the apartment was deathly quiet.
He wasn’t home.
Relief should have hit first. Instead, the quiet felt like permission. I shut the door, locked it, and stood there with my bag still on my shoulder. For days, I had been telling myself to stop. To trust Jason and to stop turning every weird feeling into a threat. But Nico’s message had burned a hole in that logic, and Jason’s phone checking had become a pattern I couldn’t unsee. So, I set my bag on the kitchen counter and slowly looked around. Nothing looked out of place. But I knew that I had to look
