I KNOW I'm nervous, but to wait outside the Adams residence for thirty minutes straight? That's far beyond being nervous. It's fear. Fear of the conversation waiting for me inside that house.
I try to open the door again, but my hand withdraws before I even touch the knob. I know talking to Jerald after ghosting him all this time is going to be weird, especially given how our last conversation ended. I thought I'd be ready for this encounter after all this time I spent collecting myself, but now that it's happening, I think I need more time.
"There you go again, coward," I hiss at myself, clasping my mouth when Paul turns his head to face me. "I wasn't talking to you," I stutter, looking away as my cheeks burn.
Well, thatwasembarrassing.
He turns back to his phone. I'm pretty sure he's reading the dark mafia romance I recommended to him. All the facial expressions he's been making match the exact faces I made when I read it, a fucking masterpiece.
