*Shelby*
I dropped my suitcase in the hallway, exhausted from the eventful weekend. I was so ready for a quiet Sunday at home, catching up on some studying with Lin. I casually ran my hand across the back of my head and winced slightly. It was still sore from my fall.
“Lin? I’m back,” I called down the foyer off our front door.
“I’m in the living room,” she called back to me.
I found her cuddled up on our new sofa, a blanket enveloping her, and a textbook spread open on her lap. I fell onto the other side of the couch, closing my eyes as I slowly sank into the material.
“Long weekend?” Lin asked.
I’d begged Aubrey not to tell Lin about what had happened at the art gallery. I didn’t want her worrying the entire time I was gone, and I didn’t want her to know that Blaine was still following me. I’d put her through enough already.
“Yeah, it was. I spent most of the day in bed yesterday, but I’m still exhausted,” I admitted.
