65: Help

I unlock the door, but before I open it someone comes up behind me. I hear their footfalls heading my way. I jump and whirl around, my back slamming against the door. It's Aaron, wearing a black sweatshirt. If I hadn't seen that man's face, I would've thought he rose from the dead. He was dressed exactly like this. I hit him with my handbag. "You scared me!"

"Just open up. I've been here for two hours waiting for you. Where the fuck were you this whole time?"

I frown. He's controlling me now, is that it? "At work, there was a meeting. Where else would I be? I don't have any friends here, I never go out."

He ignores what I've said. "Where the fuck is Devon?"

I'm caught off-guard by his question. "Why would I know? I told you I didn't know where he was." We scurry inside and he closes the door. I put my handbag down and kick my heels off.

He narrows his eyes. "I know you're lying to me, Amelia. Why are you trying to protect that guy, after all he's done? He lied to you, he manipulated y