Maybe it’s one of the neighbors coming over to check on me. I don’t think Ben and I were loud when we argued, but the whole conversation feels like it happened to someone else.
“What do you want?” I call through the door. My voice is tremulous, shaky.
“Are you okay?”
Maybe it is a neighbor.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“Mr. Nichols asked me to check on you.”
“What?” The words don’t register. Oliver? How did he…?
This doesn’t make sense. It’s a trick maybe. This guy could be working for Ben.
“Are you okay?” the stranger asks again.
My phone rings. I walk into the living room and pick it up.
“Piper?” It’s Oliver. His voice is deep and gruff. “Are you okay?”
Nothing makes sense right now. “What is going on? Who is the man at my door? He said you sent him?”
He hesitates.
“Oliver?”
“He’s a bodyguard. I hired him to watch over you.”