Elliot pov
Bugged? What the hell!!! I looked up from the writing and into his face. I saw how his face was now contorted in despair. Beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead were now trickling down from his temple.
He then frantically pointed to his shoulder. When I didn't respond, he lowered his shirt and pointed to a scar that seemed to have recently healed. My gaze lingered on the scar for some time. Still frowning, I slowly looked up into his face. His eyes kept telling me that he had been hiding a lot. That there were things that he couldn't say out loud, fearing that whoever is at the bottom of this would listen to him.
I took the pen from him and wrote,
FOR HOW LONG?
He wrote back,
SINCE THE TRIP TO THE SKI RESORT.
I gritted my teeth. Whatever the reason was, this w
