The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

30 | ONE DAY

I do actually end up going to work for the next week or so, though I'm beyond paranoid every single day. I have no idea how to function normally, if I'm honest, since I am constantly looking over my shoulder. I have no idea when Dex will be coming around, I don't know if he or Lucia has told anyone my identity. I'm wary in my every interaction.

If I'm not at work, I'm in my apartment. I don't visit Willow at the facility, purely out of fear. I do call her daily, as I promised, which is probably the only reason I don't sink into a deep depression—something I didn't even know I was capable of until recently.

It's clear the people in my life have turned me more emotional, I've grown attached, which I probably wouldn't mind all that much if I wasn't also unable to see them. I would not have been capable of this level of sadness, say, a few years ago. I wouldn't have been able to even fathom it.

Anyway, I call off work for the week once I start to hear stirring in Dex's apartment, purely out of fear of running into him. This doesn't help my mental health at all, so I try to spend my free time convincing myself I'm fine. Willow isn't so optimistic—she's miserable, and clearly misses living with me. I tell her she can come back as soon as it's safe.

The third day of my little vacation, I plan to spend inside my apartment, paranoid. Exactly how I've spent all of my free time as of late: the TV constantly on the news, sitting in my window as I wait for my possible arrest, sometimes with a police scanner.

Except, that morning, I receive a text from an unknown number.

Hi Camilo! It's Jasmine. I was wondering if you'd be free to get dinner? I'd love to catch up more!

Dex's mother.

How did she even get my number? Did she ask Dex for it? How recently? Has it been... has it been since he found out? No, surely he wouldn't have given it to her if that was the case.

Dex and his family may need to get in the habit of giving more notice before making plans. If I'm even around for much longer, that is. I seriously prefer more time to prepare. That doesn't mean I'll say no, though, since I could use the social interaction for once.

I say yes, she gives me the address to go to, and I have about an hour to kill. I spend that hour exactly as previously stated, and as I have all day, until it's time for me to leave. I'm so distracted I almost forget to feed Fluffy, except...

She's out of food. How could I let her run out of food? How did I not notice yesterday that the bag was empty? Shit.

"I'm sorry," I tell the dog, sighing. She licks my hand, which I take as a sign of forgiveness. After promising to pick up more after lunch, I finally leave my apartment—out the fire escape, because I absolutely refuse to risk crossing paths with Dex. I don't care if I look suspicious. Then again, I'll have no choice when I come back, since I'll have dog food. I am not carrying that shit up stairs, I'll have to take the elevator. Damn.