Celeste had barely shut her front door before the weight of Landon's words came crashing down on her.
Her fingers trembled as they worked the lock, double-checking it out of instinct. The silence of her apartment felt too still, too loud, like it was holding its breath with her.
She hasn't been here for weeks now. Dominic arranged the whole place back to its original condition but they haven't spoken about it for so long now.
Theresa says hi.
She stood in her living room for a full minute, unmoving. Her eyes were wide and fixed on nothing. It wasn't just the casual venom of Landon's parting shot.
It was the way he'd said it. He sounded so calm, cold, certain. The way he'd known about the break-in, too, was like he'd been standing in the shadows the entire time.
But Theresa?
Who was Theresa? And why did she break into her apartment? Or apparently, send someone else to do it?
Celeste paced the floor like a caged thing. Then she grabbed her laptop.
