CYNTHIA's P O V

I was excited for dinner, so I opened the door to my room and was about to step out when I noticed that Jake had also opened the door to his room and started to walk down the corridor, avoiding my eyes.

‘‘Jake, where are you going?’’ While I questioned him, my attention was drawn to the bag that he was carrying in his hand.

He let out a sigh and started approaching me more closely. ‘‘I'm going back to my house...’’

What?

When I ...