JESSICA'S POV
"And what exactly are we supposed to be looking at?" I asked him pretending not to recognize the footage before me.
It was rather unsettling for me when Lambert had come up to my bedroom and knocked before threatening to break the door. For a moment, I had actually been led to believe that he was worried about me with how he had suddenly paused and started me over like there was something about me that bothered him. What could I say, I am an excellent empathy link initiator.
I had returned to the house the previous night and it had been really something for me as I had not found it easy at all getting inside. Of course I had to contact Stokes to assist me make certain that the coast was clear and had been guided all the way back up. Then I disheveled my hair and applied the ointment on my eyes that made it look like I had been crying all night which was all in hopes that he would worry about me and come for me.
