Lisa's POV
It was first dark when I got into the house, but then he flicked the light switch on, revealing a covered couch and lamps. There were so many things in the living room that looked like a dump.
"I wasn't supposed to be in this town, but it seemed like the best place to live a life filled with unexpected events, something out of the normal and mostly unpredictable. And I was right—well, almost."
He took the tarp off a couch and sat down.
There were boxes all around; he pulled one closer, and he placed it before me.
"I brought all this directly from home; these are my pictures, my sister, brothers, Noah, and everyone in my family. The other box are my personal journals; third over there are... I don't know you might as well just have to check them."
He pulled them closer to me and dropped some on the couch.
"You didn't have to do this."
"I didn't have to ask for me to; I meant it when I said the last thing I want to see in your eyes when you look at me is fear."
