Brandy
When Tuesday came around, Nate went through every inch of my room. However, we couldn’t find any video or audio surveillance set up. He checked each and every item in the room, every drawer, in every single place no matter how ridiculous. He even checked the bathroom, the hallway, Timmy’s room and the guest room across the hall for his peace of mind.
It was all clear.
A sigh of relief escaped me.
“Don’t be sighing just yet,” Nate warned, picking up my phone. “I’m going to have Owen go through your phone to make sure no one has hacked into it. That would be the only other way your father could track you and your conversations.”
It made sense. “Okay.” I handed my phone over and he tucked it away in his pocket.
“I will continue to check every week on Tuesday for the foreseeable f
