Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Frappuccino

After ordering our coffee, we sat across the fireplace on the vintage leather couch. My eyes flickered to the big window, having seen a shadow out of the corner of my eye and worrying about who it could be.

“Liz, I feel like I keep having to look over my shoulder, and I hate it,” I confided. I never thought I’d ever be comfortable enough with Liz to confide in her.

When I lived in Salem, I could never get comfortable—almost as if I didn’t belong there. What is strange is I had never been truly comfortable anywhere but here, even though I had to keep looking over my shoulder to see if Melissa or Tanner was after me.

“What? Why?” Liz sat her cup down on the coffee table. She sat on one leg with her body facing me, and her arm stretched across the back of the couch.

I sighed and shook my head. “I’m going to sound crazy, but Tanner hates me. So does Melissa.”