There was something strange about this man. If there had been even so much as a hint of uncertainty from my side, it was gone new. I knew for a fact that something was amiss, and my mind was starting to consider possibilities that I had no business considering when it came to someone who my parents had invited into their home. They would have never made the conscious decision to put me in any form of danger, but that didn’t mean that this hadn’t been a hidden threat that had somehow managed to slip past their defences.
And although it wasn’t the most likely thing, it didn’t make it any less of a possibility. What else would I be able to use as an explanation for the fact that he didn’t want to leave, that he was insisting on staying here? What was I supposed to do? What could I do? Nothi
