| 120 | Bargaining Stage

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Where is he? Is he still waiting for me? Standing right outside the door?

It's been half an hour since our last conversation. Or a little longer than that. I don't think he used the stairs. I would have heard it.

Despite my swirling thoughts, my nerves seem to have turned into an unusually long moment of calm. I actually don't feel that terrified anymore. Maybe because the weather's calmer. And because I'm all alone now. And I can't see his face. Or smell him.

I'm still hiding in this guest bathroom. It's bigger than what I'm used to, and it's got an expensive-looking tub beside the windows. Every corner looks and smells clean, and the light bulbs look rather new. No cobwebs or anything.

What's he doing? It doesn't sound like he's still on the phone. Or is he texting? Who was he talking to?

Sitting on the cold tiles, massaging my strained legs, I stare at the windows again. I already tried to break them. Of course it didn't work.

They're probably bulletpro