A New Life

I don’t sleep well that night. My mind keeps going through everything that happened. The note. The break in. The trip here. The building. The potion. Mark’s eyes. His coldness. I know I need sleep because I will have to get my life in order tomorrow. I just cannot seem to get my mind to rest.

I get up to take another hot shower. After drying my hair I feel exhausted and finally fall asleep when I lay my head down.

When I wake the next morning, I find that the sun just started shining into my room. I get up quickly and get dressed. I exit the room to go to the kitchen where I heard a noise earlier.

Mark is standing behind the counter, reading a newspaper while drinking a cup of coffee. He barely takes notice of me. When he quickly flicks his eyes up to see who entered the room he lets out a irritated sigh.

“Are you still here?” he asks in a bored tone. My heart instantly twists into a tight knot of pain. Why is he being so cold towards me.

“Well, you said I can stay here as long as