The Accusation

“I see you’re still keeping the towel tradition.”

I turned sharply, heart skipping, to find Dario standing right beside the closed bedroom door. I froze.

He was here. Again.

Twice in a row.

And I didn’t know how to take that, didn’t know what it meant after everything he’d said the last time we were in this room. After he told me to run.

I didn’t know whether I should be scared or relieved. Was t