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"Why did you just do that?" I yell, running the back of my hand across my lips in disgust.
"You wouldn't shut up!" Kaleb yells back at me, a smug look crosses his face. "But don't act like it wasn't...
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Song: Bloodstream by Ed Sheeran
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I wake up another morning laying in a bed that belongs to Kaleb Nixon. This time, the walls are bare and white. It's quiet like always, but it's a nice quiet. I lay there a moment longer, soaking in the room, before I stand to my feet. My mind was replaying last night with Kaleb. Something had definitely felt different between us. I honestly expected Kaleb to turn me away last night. The last time I talked to him had been in class and he'd brushed me off real quick.
I step into the quiet hallway. When I pass Kaleb's room, his door is open and I can see him sleeping soundlessly on his bed. I smile and climb down his stairs. I don't want to wake him up, so I quietly rifle through his kitchen cabinets for the ingredients to make pancakes. Last time he stayed at my place, he bought me breakfast. I wanted to return the favor this time.
It didn't take me long to finish the pancakes. I placed them on a plate on the island with a post-it note that read, "Thanks, Jerk". Then I gathered my things and I slipped out the front door quietly. I didn't want to stick around for the awkwardness that I knew would await me.
I pulled into the driveway of my house ten minutes later. Leo was home as well. I already knew where he'd be as soon as I stepped foot into our front room. His eyes snap up from the files he'd been reading to look me over.
"Greer, where have you been?" He asks, standing to his feet and meeting me halfway. "I've been calling you non stop!"
I pull out my phone and sure enough there's over ten missed calls from him. "Crap, I'm sorry. I went out with Adam last night and just didn't remember to check my phone."
"Greer, do you know how irresponsible you've been lately?" He snaps. "I need to know where you are at all times. You have a curfew, you know! I had to hear from the police officer that patrols our street that you didn't come home!"
"Leo, I'm sorry. I'm fine, alright?" I defend.
"You are not fine! None of this is fine!" He runs a shaky hand down his face. "I know I haven't been around a lot lately, for that I'm sorry. Things have been crazy at work."
"I know, Leo. It's fine." I say timidly.
"It's not." He curses. He sits back at the table and lets out a heavy breath. "I've been working on your parents' case."
"What? I thought they kicked you off it because of attachment issues or something?" I question.
"They brought me back on it because they found more evidence." He explains, barely meeting my eye.
"Evidence? To find their killers?" My heart starts beating into overdrive. After their murders, the detectives had told me that whoever killed them had been a professional. Which meant that they covered their tracks thoroughly. There hadn't been any evidence left behind at the scene.
