Malia
“Stop looking at me like that,” Ty said, looking up at me over his paperwork. He sat behind the desk he had moved into our living room this morning, leaning back in the chair oh so casually. Like he hadn’t moved this desk here and decided to work from him today just because he thought he needed to keep an eye on me. He was hovering, that’s exactly what he’s doing. He wants to make sure I don’t go out to see Magdalene again today.
“Like what?” I asked, but I knew exactly what he meant. I’d been taking glances at him all morning, confused by his suspicious silence. He knew. That was all he said last night, and when I probed for me he had gone quiet again. He knew that I went to dinner with Magdalene, or at least I assumed that was the reason for today’s sudden silence and overbearing
