15
Smith
It’s down to the last six of us. Me, Sarah, Mellie, Marco, Karl, and Buckeye. When I come down for breakfast again the next day, Dwayne is waiting there, an odd look on his face.
“Yesterday was obviously pretty emotional,” he says.
Sarah is right behind me. She skids to a stop, her face turning red. “Yeah. Sorry about Justin. He probably won’t be back…”
“Oh, honey.” Dwayne waves his hand. “You do not need to apologize. I’ll tell you what, my ex was just like him too.” He sighs. “Anyway, obviously we didn’t do any eliminations yesterday because of that whole thing. But I’m afraid that today, we’ll need to send two people home.”
Sarah’s gaze sinks to the ground. “You want me to leave, I’m guessing.”
“You hush!” Dwayne says, looking offended. “No, I was just going to say that
