"This is becoming a recurrent event, don't you think?"
"What? You always carrying me into the house?"
He nodded and grinned, navigating his way carefully through the dense forest paths so as not to hit branches with my hurting ankle. With my arms around his neck, and my face buried in his chest, I felt so much at peace.
"Can I ask you a question, Lana?"
I raised my eyes, meeting his eyes, reading them. He gave nothing away. "Sure..."
"Andrew was at Helen's yesterday, wasn't he? How did I not see him when I came to get you."
I bit my lips, looking away. Fuck. How did he find out? Who could have told him?
"It was dark in there, but I'm pretty sure I would've seen him regardless. I mean, he could've been hiding behind the door. If there's one thing Andrew flops at, it's being subtle."
"I wasn't even sure it was him. I'd woken up from sleep and overheard them arguing from upstairs, but I never saw his face."
