'Whatever you find out, please,…I’m begging you, don’t leave me.'
Chaz’s words keep echoing in my head even though it’s been hours after arriving at his family’s friend’s hotel which will be our home for the next couple of days. I have tried my hardest to dismiss those words but the way he said it and his diction feel like he’s confessing on something. The growing anxiety in my chest disturbs my focus on what I’m doing. I leave my laptop on the living area’s center table and head towards the kitchen to make some coffee. Before I could even get my hands on the coffee maker, Chaz pulls it away and places it at the end of the quartz kitchen counter.
“Chaz, give it back, please.”
Chaz shakes his head and when I try to reach for the coffee maker, he stretches his muscular arms, lifting the
