"She's a secret agent working for the FBI"

I was beyond confused.

Mr. Jenky's mouth dropped open at the sight of me in a wheelchair and covered with bandages. "What happened to you?"

"I got in a bit of an accident, it's a long story. Anyway, do you know where my grandmother is?" He furrowed his grey, bushy brows, "She isn't here?" I did my best to not roll my eyes. If she was here would I be asking you if you've seen her?

"No."

He scratched his bald spot, "That's strange, she left my home hours ago."

The worry started to creep up and multiple bad thoughts flooded my brain. Mr. Jenky came closer, "Do you want me to stay with you until she returns?" I don't need a babysitter.

I smiled, "Thanks but I'll be fine by myself."

He handed me a bag, "Katherine left this over at my place, return it to her for me."

I pushed myself onto the couch, "I really hope she's okay." Looking at the bag Mr. Jenky gave me, curiosity took over and I opened the bag. My eyes widened at the sight of the purple, one piece swimsuit.

Why does Mr.Jenky have this?

I brought it closer to my face, "When did she even buy this?"

Sighing, I returned the swimsuit to the bag. Grandma has been acting so weird lately.

A ridiculous thought entered my mind, "Maybe she's a secret agent working for the FBI." I giggled to myself, "That'd be so cool." I stretched and stifled a yawn with my fist. I couldn't give in to sleeping just yet, it had only be fifteen minutes since I reached home and she still wasn't back.

My eyes caught the gift bag Sebastian brought that he said was from Dylan. I looked at it with great excitement.

It was over on the counter in the kitchen, but I couldn't reach it from where I sat so I attempted standing. With shaky knees and an immediate dizziness, I was able to grab it but I made sure to quickly sit back down.

I massaged my temples with my left hand and tried to get rid of the sudden headache.

Looking around the extremely clean kitchen, I couldn't help but sport a puzzled expression on my face. The burnt cake was disposed of and all the bowls and utensils were cleaned and laid to dry. I could only assume that it was Grandma's doing.

I sighed and returned to the couch, "I better prepare for an earful from her later."

My eyes lit up as I opened the gift bag and took out the purple box. I struggled to contain my excitement as I nearly drooled on the Samsung S20 Plus BTS Edition.

Smiling widely, I stared at the photo cards of all seven members. I was now extremely happy that he broke my phone.

After playing around with the phone for over an hour, I put it down and stretched out on the couch staring at the long hand of the clock slowly changing the time to 10 o' clock. My eyes landed on the door that haven't been opened since the past few hours.

I decided to wait thirty more minutes before considering calling the cops and reporting her missing.

For just a short time, I decided to close my eyes until the thirty minutes was up. Re-opening my eyes was a struggle, the sunlight from the window threatened to blind my eyes.

I suddenly shot up. Wait, sunshine?

Running my hands down my face, I released a low groan, "I overslept." My eyebrows grouped together as I looked down on the unfamiliar blanket draped over my body, "What the-"

A delicious aroma passed my nose, forcing me to cut my sentence short. My full attention was given to the kitchen. A smile appeared on my face as I struggled off the couch on wobbly legs.

I decided not to use the wheelchair and instead used the wall and other furniture to support me.

"Grandma?" I called out as I reached the kitchen entrance.

A look of disappointment washed over my face when I realized it was just Cloey, "Oh it's you." Cloey pouted as she transferred the omelet she was preparing to a plate, "You don't have to sound so disappointed."

"Sorry about that, it's been a rough night. Have you seen my grandmother since morning?" She shook her head while removing the boiled eggs from the pot, "I haven't been here very long but I haven't seen her. Why? What's going on?"

I pulled myself onto a stool in the kitchen, "My grandmother hasn't been home since yesterday morning and Mr. Jenky said she left his home hours ago since that time."

Cloey placed a plate full of eggs cooked in many different ways in front of me, "I'm sure she's fine. She's your grandmother but she's still an adult, she has the right to have nights out and stuff."

She wasn't wrong but I couldn't help but feel like the man on the phone yesterday had something to do with all this.

Cloey rested a glass of milk beside the plate, "Now stop worrying and eat before it gets cold."

I looked down at the plate before me, "What's with the eggs?" Cloey smiled and pulled a cup of yogurt, "We need to get you back in tip top condition for-"

"The Luxury Beauty sale," I finished for her with a roll of my eyes. She smiled proudly, "Precisely."

I'm not sure how but I somehow found space in my stomach for the huge pile of eggs and a tall glass of milk. Cloey applauded, "Good job." She brought a spoon of yogurt to my mouth, "Now for the good stuff, say ahh."

Clamping my mouth shut, I scrambled off the stool attempting to get away from her, "I'm full Cloey, leave me alone." She followed behind me to the living room still trying to convince me to take at least a small taste.

I plopped down into the couch and she stood in front of me, "Come on Katie~ You need this to get better."

I really don't.

"I literally ate like 100 eggs and drank an extremely tall glass of milk, isn't that enough dairy?" Cloey shook her head and hovered over me, pushing the spoon closer to my sealed lips, "It's not going to be enough until you recover."

With my left hand, I pushed her off me.

The spoon fell on the blanket and Cloey looked at me in horror before shouting out, "Your grandma is going to kill us."

I furrowed my brows, "It's not her blanket."

Cloey breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God." She looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry for soiling your blanket."

"But it's not my blanket either."

Cloey looked at me with a puzzled expression, "Who's is it then?" I shrugged, "I'm not sure, when I woke up it was draped over me then I saw you so I thought it was yours."

This confusing situation pushed me one step further to believing what Dylan said about me being stalked.