And whose fault is that?
That familiar guilt claws its way up my chest, making my throat feel tight.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, snapping me out of my thoughts. I swallow hard, uncurling my fingers and sliding them into my pocket. Blinking away the haziness, I zero in on the phone, my whole body relaxing a bit when I spot the name on the screen.
Trouble:
An interesting thing happened a little bit ago.
I grin as I quickly type back.
Matthew:
Oh yeah? What’s that?
The reply is almost instantaneous.
Trouble:
I parked my car, and my porch light turned on.
Know anything about that little tidbit?
I bite the inside of my cheek.
Matthew:
Nope.
But whoever it was is seriously smart.
Trouble:
Oh, please, just admit it.
Admit it and miss out on all the fun? Hell no. I had some time today, so I stopped at the store and bought everything I needed. I planned on bringing it to her and asking if I could install it for her, but when I found the driveway empty and the house quiet, I figured it might be a sign, so I just went with it.
Matthew:
Admit to what?
I know nothing about anything.
Do you want to make a police report? Trespassing? I guess I can help you with that, although don’t you think it’s a bit rude considering they did such a nice thing for you?
Trouble:
Mmhmm…
Don’t know anything about anything, my ass.
Matthew:
Now, if you had a proper security system in place, maybe you’d know who was at your place while you were gone.
Yes, this is Bluebonnet Creek, but one can never be too careful. She’s a single woman who lives in a house at the end of the street by the woods. She needs to be more aware of her surroundings.
Trouble:
