CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Jessica
The knock at the door had to be Cyn. I grabbed the serrated knife and opened the door with the chain in place.
“I bring breakfast.” Cyn’s cheery greeting could be heard on the next floor.
I unlocked the chain and opened the door. Cyn entered with a paper bag. “These cinnamon rolls look absolutely sinful,” she said. “Better be hungry or I’ll gain a ton eating them.” She moved to the small desk and pulled coffee cups and pastry from the bag.
“Cyn?” Her false bonhomie was wearisome. “How did you know about my hat?”
Cyn hesitated a fraction of a second. “It was on the news.”
“Which channel?”
“I’m not sure. CNN, maybe.”
“And why did you follow me here again?”
Cyn turned toward me, looking put out. “Why all the questions?”
“They’re easy ones. Or should be.”
She shook her head. “I’m not allowed to be concerned about you?”
I sighed and turned away. What did I just ask? Why aren’t you answering?
That’s when I noticed the door was ajar.
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