67 WATCH YOUR MOUTH
BRIA
I tried to calm my nervous self as soon as Joshua hit the brakes of his van. I turned to glance at the police station where we had been about a week ago.
The small building with cracked outer walls and year-old chapped paint looked the same as before. How could I expect to see a change in just a week? And what change was I expecting in the first place?
I blinked to see Noah smiling softly at me, his hand resting on the door he had opened for me.
I forgot that I was supposed to get down of the van and not just sit there like a statue.
My hands turned clammy, and I rubbed them against my thigh. I still had no cellphone whatsoever and thus hadn't contacted Gabriel yet.
What surprised me was why he hadn't tried to contact me yet. He must be aware of this attack. There was hardly anything about my life that he didn't know.
Well... if you don't count what happened to me inside my bedroom and how I was living in misery because of my past!