Crap!
Why was he here of all places? I drive into the garage and park my car. I grab my things from the passenger seat and head into the house. My heart is racing as I run up the stairs to my room. I rinse my face, change into a comfortable pair of sweats, and plug my phone into the charger.
I sit at my desk, headphones on, and work on my school project while listening to the latest compilation of Korean OSTs on Spotify.
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Detective Reeves.
Matthew Conan Reeves.
Matt.
When he walked into my life, I was a naive twenty-one-year-old. I was scared of Andrew and his crazy ideas. My parents believed I needed protection; they were not wrong. Detective Reeves was assigned to me because he had a perfect record in protecting minors. For more than seven months, he was my shadow.
