Secret Cameras and Bed search

I always thought I would be spending my new year fawning over the fact that I got engaged to a white man, and planning the wedding but instead here I was, seated on Ethan’s bed with hot coffee in my hand the day after I got scared out of my wits just waiting for either the boogeyman to strike or for the authorities to catch whoever was behind this.

I had gone into shock when I saw the gift box containing a dead cat, so much so that I didn’t even know when Ethan came rushing into my office and carrying into his car before driving us home. I couldn’t speak but according to Ethan, I slept off as soon as he dropped off Funke over at Joel’s apartment.

When I woke up this morning, which was around 12pm, I was disoriented and didn’t want to get up, which was why I was still seated on his bed, with a pillow headrest and a giant comforter snuggling my petite form. I sipped the hot coffee that Ethan had brewed and turned my gaze to the side to see Ethan staring at me with worry. I didn’t blam