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Reluctantly, I stand, smoothing the wrinkles from the comforter. I hitch my backpack over my shoulders and give Mr. Pickles two more treats for being so good.

Then I gaze around the room, my blood humming from being in Drew’s room.

“Drew and I are meant to be together, Mr. Pickles.”

The cat just stares at me with soft eyes.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Then I force myself to head back the way I came, ensuring nothing is disturbed.

After I exit, I carefully close the door behind me, leaving everything exactly the way I found it.

No one will ever know I was there.

Well, maybe Drew if he notices his shirt is missing.

I exit and reset the alarm, making sure I change the footage so it appears there is no lapse in time.

My lips curl as I move along the shrubs, making my way back toward the woods.

Drew will figure out I was here. Eventually.

He’s smart. Observant. More aware than he gives himself credit for. It’s one of my favorite things about him. I just need to give him time to catch up.

Right as I reach the tree line, I turn and look back at Drew’s bedroom window.

A shadowy black figure sits on his nightstand.

I lift my hand and wave at Mr. Pickles.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Pickles. I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

I don’t usuallygrocery shop at this time of day, but some things require a little flexibility.

With my eyes locked on Drew’s back, I push my cart, keeping a safe distance. For now.

When he moves toward the produce aisle, I smile.

It’s time to make my move.

Once I’m in place, I guide my cart slowly down the aisle, pausing near the apples as I pretend to inspect them. I pick up an apple, turning it over in my hand as I wait.

Drew stands across the aisle from me.

Timing matters. Too soon, and it feels intentional. Too late, and I miss the moment.

He moves.

And... action.

I set the apple back down and continue forward, rounding the corner just as he steps into the aisle.

We nearly collide.

“Oh—” I stop short, blinking up at him like I didn’t see him coming. “Hi, Drew.”

“Violet.” His surprise is immediate, but it softens just as quickly into something warmer. “Hey.”