I’ve been standing here against the door since I came up the stairs, blocking her from entering, keeping myself from leaving. But, I swear I heard her say my name.Was she calling for me? No, that’s asinine. She would knock on the door. Was she trying to practice a conversation she plans to have with me? I doubt that, too. Could she have called the press? Shaking my head vehemently, I know she wouldn’t do that. Maybe she’s talking to one of her friends about me. Makes the most sense.Breathing evening out, I step away from the door, walk over, and sit on the edge of the bed. Scrubbing my hands down my face, I realize how tired I still am. The sleep from the night before and the nap today did little to make up for the nights of little to no sleep.Deciding on a shower before laying down, I enter the bathroom. Before closing the door, I swear I hear Adriana cry out. I listen for a minute more, but don’t hear anything. A trick of the mind. Anything to give me a reason to go to her.Not gonna happen, Stavros.Letting the water relax my tired muscles, I think about the call I’ll make to Grams in the morning.
