Chapter Seven_ He's not going anywhere

Elliot.

It was hard to think yesterday had actually happened.

But after giving him a room to use as his and watching him eat cereal from a bowl this morning, I couldn't deny it.

Damien.

His name echoed in my mind, an unwanted anchor tied to my thoughts. I'd spent the night pacing, replaying every moment from yesterday, every word spoken.

But right now, I didn't need this. This tension seemed to simmer under my skin.

Not when the mayor had sent someone to track whatever was happening in these woods.

And that person was Frank.

By the time I walked into the newspaper office, I was already on edge, barely holding it together. The tiny bell above the door jingled, and I braced myself.

Frank was already there, leaning against my desk, a smug grin stretching across his face. His eyes scanned me, searching for something to arouse his suspicion again.

"Rough night, Elliot?" He asked with a pointed tone.

I forced a smile, dropping my bag onto my desk. "Nothing a little coffee can't f