An unwelcome visitor.

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

BEVERLY

I lay on my couch, almost falling asleep when I heard a knock on my door. I jerked to a sitting position and looked around the sitting room.

The knock came again, and I forced myself up. Yawning loudly and stretching myself, I began dragging my feet towards the door.

My eyes widened when I opened the door, and I tried to shut it immediately, but Martin wouldn't let me.

He grabbed the door and pushed it in. He placed one foot in my sitting room and held the door still.

"What do you want?" I asked, blinking uncontrollably.

Martin shook his head as he stared at me.

"Why haven't you been picking up my calls?" He demanded.

I looked away from him immediately.

"You haven't been taking my calls or replying to my text. What have I done to you?"

"Martin, I told you to sta away from me," I reminded him.

"How can I do that, Beverly?" He asked.

Martin tried to touch me, but I quickly tilted my head backwards and tried to shut the door again, but he still held i