Chapter 19: Barging Into Someone's Home Isn't Legal

Bolting the main door in the hall, I abandon my car keys on a nearby stool. I’m exhausted and in great need of a nap.

I remember leaving the apartment around five and it’s already eight in the night. The cops did a good job investigating the hell out of me. Turns out filing a report isn’t as easy as it sounds, especially when you have no one to suspect.

The apartment is unusually quiet, so I guess Ben must be already in bed. And there’s no sign of Denzel lurking in the shadows as well.

“You’re back!” I raise my head to see him leaning against the doorframe of his room with dark bags under his eyes.

Speak of the Devil.

“Were you thinking of me, Miss West?” He smirks.

I try to laugh it off. “What makes you think so?”

“You just turned red like a little rose.” He points at my cheeks. If only blushing was under my control.

“Fine. I was thinking of you, but guess what? According to a legend, if you think of someone and that person appears before you, it is said to indicate that they