Chapter 95

　　On the way back to the apartment, I felt kind of relieved. I finally made the decision.

　　I didn't know how to tell Javon about it. "Maybe I should write a letter to explain everything. I don't want Javon to think I hate him," I thought.

　　The idea of writing a letter bothered me while making dinner. I just simply made some pasta.

　　But Javon didn't come back before dinner. I waited until I was too hungry. So, I had dinner myself. But he didn't come back after I finished dinner.

　　He hadn't been back so late before. I began to worry about him.

　　Usually, he would have sent me a message or called if he had other plans. But this time, nothing. Not a message or a call.

　　I paced the floor restlessly.

　　Eventually, when I was about to call the police, the front door opened.

　　I immediately rushed to the door when I heard the sound.

　　Javon came in. He lowered his head and didn't look at me.