Nathan Pov
I was pacing, not really sure what to do. The moment she left, I left as well, not wanting to be in the building any longer. I was standing in my office at home, waiting for a phone call from the police. The moving company was easy enough to arrange, and I was tracking it with my phone so I knew she’d be here soon. Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” I called out, already feeling on edge. My phone went off and I saw it was a text from her, Tessa. What kind of name was Tessa anyway? Was it short for anything? Tessa was the name I’d affiliate with a soft gentle giggling girl, not a tiny wild monster. I looked up, ceasing my pacing as I looked at the woman standing in the doorway. She was around my age, her red hair pulled back by a bandana, and rubber gloves on her
