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I was even tempted to go on a walk with her. The keyword was ‘tempted.’ I wasn’t going outside.
I knew I was being ridiculous, but the truth was that I was slowly relaxing in my fear.
If they had truly discovered something, they would have made their moves by now.
Several days had passed, and nothing had happened. Maybe they didn’t know my identity.
As for my purse, maybe it was a kind Samaritan who had found it and taken it to the police station.
Just because I had returned to the crime scene to look for my purse but didn’t find it, it didn’t mean those murderers had taken it. Right?
Keisha and I ended up talking about various topics. We mindlessly spoke about anything and everything.
Keisha and I sat on the couch in my living room, sipping our cups of tea.
The conversation had shifted to Matteo, and I could feel Keisha's curiosity building up, ready to burst with questions.
"So, what are you going to do about Matteo?" Keisha asked, her eyes fixed on me.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. This was not a conversation I had planned to have, but I couldn't keep it all to myself. "I'm not sure, Keisha. It's complicated."
"Are you going to continue avoiding him?"
"Of course,” I admitted, a hint of frustration in my voice. "I just don't know what to do, Keisha.
Part of me wants to confront him and ask what I saw that night, but another part fears what I might discover.
It was only a one-night stand. It’s not as if anything will develop between us, so I’m tempted to forget about the whole night."
Keisha nodded sympathetically, understanding the dilemma I was facing. "It's a tough situation.”
"Exactly," I replied. "And he seemed like a nice guy at the event? Charming, caring, and all that, and to make matters worse, I can't get him out of my head.”
Keisha placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to figure this out alone, Sophia. I'm here for you, remember? We'll find a way to get to the bottom of this together."
I managed a small smile, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Keisha. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"We'll take it one step at a time," Keisha reassured me. "First, let's focus on getting you to leave your house. You can't hide forever; keeping busy will help take your mind off things for a while." She snorted, earning a grin from me.
As we continued to talk, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was good to have someone to confide in who understood and didn't judge me for my fears and uncertainties.
As the evening wore on and Keisha bid me farewell, I was back on the couch, alone with my thoughts.
The house felt emptier without her, but there was also a sense of peace in the silence.
I took out my phone and mindlessly scrolled through social media to distract myself from the weight of my worries.
But just as I started to relax, my world was upended when the doorbell rang unexpectedly.
My heart skipped a beat, and my mind raced with possibilities of who it could be.
I wasn't expecting anyone, and the events of the past weeks had made me extra cautious about unexpected visitors.
With trepidation, I got up from the couch and approached the door, peeking through the peephole to see who it was.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw who was on the other side of the door. It was none other than Matteo.
What the fuck was he doing here?
