ey

on me. I watched the city streets blur past the window, my

my voice to sound steady. "Thank you for helping me out today. You

to me. He studied my face not like a person, b

elping you.We have unfinished business. You owe me a p

on. In his eyes, I was nothing more than

nothing more. Arguing wit

streets that were becoming more and more familiar

t of my building. Instead, it stopped o

t and gave me a simple, non

but his commanding st

ping cart and began to navigate the aisles with

resh vegetables... He was cho

inside and out. The feeling of being so completely

l the cart. A few young women recognized him and st

same black card

trunk. The car started again, and a few minutes later, it pu

ut felt no sense of comfort. It felt lik

d motioned for me to follow. I dragged my fe

e faint scent of cedar on his skin, now mixed with the smell of fr

ed to my apartment door, took a deep

d in front of me and pulled a s

selected one, inserted it

k, my apartment

I were seeing a ghost. "You... how

door open and walked inside with the gro

with a disturbing familiarity and

here I kept my

ng over me. My carefully laid plans for revenge, my desperate attempt t

n on his face. "What are you doing, just standing there? Get in. Or do you want the

nder of my situation. I cou

. I closed the door behind me. The sound of the lock clicking