OPAL

Landon is seated in the lounge, a lit cigarette between his fingers. His eyes are on me in the dark, but the light is too dim for me to read his expression.

I regret coming down for fresh air or water or whatever excuse I made to get away from Bruce. I didn't think I would come across anyone, because my intention was truly to be alone for some time.

It seems my plan backfired.

I'm a guest in his house, so it makes no sense for me to ignore his question. How rude would that be? "Yes. I ...