*Lena*
Tomorrow. He'd come pick me up from my apartment tomorrow.
That was all I could think about as I paced around the small bedroom I'd shared with Heather for the last three years. Heather was out, where I didn't know, but I found myself alone and on edge.
I'd already unpacked my duffle bag and backpack. I'd taken a shower and ran a load of laundry. I had nothing else to do for the remainder of the day but wallow in my anxieties and suspicions about what Xander needed to talk to me about.
It obviously wasn't urgent. He would have pulled me aside during the luncheon or caught up to me afterward if he had news about Elaine and Henry. It was obvious the students who attended Morhan were totally in the dark about what had happened in Crimson Creek, which was a good thing, but still..
