The gift bag slipped against my leg.
“She walked right into my trap back in high school.”
My fingers tightened until the paper handles dug painfully into my skin.
Who was he talking to?
What trap?
Why did it involve me?
Silence stretched between his sentences.
Then his voice grew quieter.
“I kept everything.”
A chill raced through my body.
Everything?
“I kept everything.”
I edged closer without thinking.
The hardwood floor creaked.
I stopped breathing.
Matthew didn’t notice.
He continued pacing.
“I honestly wasn’t sure she’d ever believe she could do it.”
My stomach twisted.
Make it where?
“I honestly wasn’t sure she’d ever believe she could do it.”
He chuckled.
“No… no, she still doesn’t know.”
Blood rushed loudly through my ears.
I wanted to burst into the room.
I wanted to demand answers.
Instead, I stayed hidden.
Fear rooted me in place.
