AISLYN

A cold shiver stirs from within me. All the baby hairs on my wrist stand at attention.

I stare at the breakfast tray on my bed suspiciously, skeptical of eating anything on it.

“What exactly is Ashlyn planning by sending her to serve me breakfast in my room?” I ponder silently.

Because I’m very sure it can’t be Elliot who sent the food tray up, or was it truly him?

The question torments my mind as I stew over everything in silence.

“You’re just being too quick to jump to ...