The room was dark and I realized I must have fallen asleep after I’d hidden the letters back in the closet. I blinked in the dark and tried to make out the face of who was with me. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Tyler. I wasn’t sure what I would have done if it had been Grant. “Hi, how are you doing?” He asked as I sat up and looked at him. “How do you think?” I replied in a surly fashion. I didn’t care if he thought I was a bitch. He couldn’t expect that I was going to act happy to see him. “You look well rested.” “Are you going to let me leave now?” “What if I said you could leave.” He tilted his head to the side. “I can go?” “Do you want to go?” His brows furrowed and he gazed at me with such a sad look that I felt my heart breaking for the unspoken hurt in his eyes, What was Tyler’s story?
