Chapter18

#Chapter18

I backed away, but Lauren grabbed my arm, her blue nails digging into my forearm, making me slap her away. /"Listen,/" she seethed, pulling me back down. There were footsteps growing, coming down the stairs. I thought it was him, and it was, but I expected her to come down as well, and she did, whoever she was. She might have been mysterious, intelligent, charming, irresistible, and everything Milo ever wanted—and there I was, the annoying girlfriend in his way, or maybe it wasn't like that. Maybe he just couldn't stand me anymore, he couldn't commit to our youthful relationship.

Lauren was frozen, but I couldn't stand still. I wanted to yell through the open window, to bang my fist on the glass and shout, /"Who is she? Why?/" But I didn't. I left Lauren at the window and made my way to the front of the house. Overwhelmed, I rang the doorbell. Lauren stood on the side of the house, out of view, likely wondering what I was going to say or ask or scream.