*Lena*

Tomorrow. He’d come pick me up from my apartment tomorrow.

That was all I could think about as I paced around the small bedroom I’d shared with Heather for the last three years. Heather was out, where I didn’t know, but I found myself alone and on edge.

I’d already unpacked my duffle bag and backpack. I’d taken a shower and ran a load of laundry. I had nothing else to do for the remainder of the day but wallow in my anxieties and ...