LINDSEY’S POV
THE NEXT MORNING
I was woken up by a soft knock on my door. Wait, was I dreaming?
Oh yes! Kevin was home. He was eventually home to be with me.
Jumping off my bed, I descended downstairs before heading to get the door.
“Kevin. I was so worried sick about you,” I spoke up as I opened the door only to meet a sad stare from Jim.
“Oh Jim, what are you doing here?” He was the last person that I expected to see here.
“Oh, I am sorry to have surprised you by my presence. Actually, I am here to talk to you,” He mumbled.
“Talk? I am not ready for that now. I am so stressed about someone and I don’t think that talking to you is a good idea,” I countered.
“Actually, I am here to talk to you about Kevin,” He announced this and my jaw dropped.
“What are you talking about?” I
