Behind Closed Doors
Your door was closed.
“That’s odd,” I thought.
You usually left it open. Even when you were asleep. I gave it a gentle push. You were sitting in front of the computer with your maroon glasses on. It looked like you were browsing through hotel listings. Why would you do that?
I saw panic taking over your body when you noticed me there.
“Wait! I said wait!” You screamed, running towards me to shut the door.
That didn’t seem right. You sounded defensive and guilty, like you were hiding something from me. I had to find out what it was.
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