DEMI
Someone twiddles with the door knob, startling me into dropping Brett's phone. Quickly, I toss it under the sofa where he had sat while he was in here. Moments later, Mrs. Rollins pokes her head in. At the sight of me, she presses her eyes shut and expels a frustrated breath before making her way in.
"Great. I was wondering when you'll show up." I blow some disheveled hair out of my face and roll my eyes as she shuffles towards me. "Are you also here to gloat or give me a third degree about Billion-Err…" I trail off, surprised when hunkers down and unties the bind around my legs.
She steps back. "Go on, leave."
Just like that? My eyes track to the door.
"He won't stop you. Go right ahead." Then she turns to leave.
"Don't you have questions for me?"
"Why?" She asks, turning. "Why do you want me to question you about anything?"
