/Malia’s POV/
Leaving New York wasn’t as hard as I thought it’ll be, but I still couldn’t get my mind off what happened , I had questions running through my mind, questions I knew I could never answer for myself and also scared of what the answers is going to be, for example…how did Mrs. Melvin knew my real name, after all I never told anyone that before and secondly, how did I subconsciously walked to Ezra’s hotel room without having any idea until I got there.
This is so freaking frustrating, I thought before unpacking, I have to start looking for a new apartment, my stuffs will be in Denver soon so I must secure an apartment before then , for now I have to manage in this motel. After I had unpacked, I run myself a shower, get into a more comfortable clothes then head out to my old apa
