Andrew pov..
Looking at him, I nodded, wanting to believe him. I really think he can help; maybe I will be able to sleep after this.
I took a deep breath as I told myself that everything is going to be okay. I know it's hard, but I believe that he can really help me.
After a while, we came to a small house, and I looked at him as he tried to enter.
"Is this where you live?" I asked, and he turned to look at me as if I had asked him a stupid question.
"Sorry if you feel offended. I am only trying to know why you live in a place like this."
He walked into the house, and I followed. The place looked old, as if the house had been built decades ago. I watched him sit on an empty couch while I just stood there, staring.
"You can have a seat," he said, looking at me. All I did was stand there, not knowing what to say.
"Sorry, I think I will just stand."
