So many things had happened in such a short period of time. I had completely forgotten about the black recorder I had hidden inside one of my boxes. I could actually use that to my advantage.
As I proceeded to bring the box out from my closet, I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said. The door opened and Henry walked in.
A shiver ran down my spine. I still hadn't gotten over what I said yesterday. It was never my intention for him to hear all that.
Even after saying all that, he probably thought I would apologize to him or something. I left the living room and came to my room.
Why should I care about how he feels? I think we've both gotten used to hurting each other's feelings. So now the question is, why has he come to my room?
"Do you have a sec?" His voice was barely a whisper.
Why is he acting so innocent? Is he trying to make me feel guilty? I thought to myself.
