You can't go out

Chapter 97

BIANCA’S POV

Before I prepared myself to leave, I spent almost an hour searching my room for any hidden camera or microphone. I was positive Richard wasn’t the one who shot that video, but I needed to do that just to be on the safer side.

I searched everywhere I could lay my eyes and hands-on, on but ended up finding nothing. That relieved me a bit. At least I knew I hadn’t been recorded in secret. Something prompted me and I ended up searching Richard’s room too. Not finding anything suspicious, I arranged his things back so he wouldn’t notice someone had been in his room.

In the course of that, I took some, no, not some, all. I took all of his clothes and sniffled them in deeply one after the other as though doing so would grant me everlasting life. I knew doing that would waste a lot of time, but I just had to do it. I couldn’t resist the urge. With everything that had been happening, I had almost forgotten how that sweet soothing scent of clean soap and pine smelt an