I haven't seen Owen in almost ten days. I rented the Airbnb for just one week initially but then extended it to another two.

I still haven’t made up my mind as to what to do about him.

Mainly, I haven’t wanted to deal with him at all so I’ve just been ignoring his calls.

Today is no different.

I don’t want to see him, and I don’t want to talk about anything that happened that night.

I don’t know how far he would’ve taken it if I hadn’t physically stopped him, but he was certainly not taking no for an answer.

I shake my head as anger starts to well up within me thinking back to that night.

How dare he? Who does he think he is? What right did he think he had to do anything like that?

I pull up a little bit down the street and walk over.

The front door is probably locked and I have no intention of using it in any case so I jump the fence in the back.

There are no windows in the garage so I have no way of knowing if his car is there or not.

I did peek through the windows of the living room when I walked by but didn’t see anyone there.

His room faces the neighbor’s yard so there’s no real way of knowing if he’s home or not.

Instead of being drenched in sweat and with my heart pounding in my chest, I feel calm and collected.

My hands aren’t even shaking.

When I reach the sliding door of my old bedroom, I let out a sigh of relief.

Yes! The door is open.

I left it this way but there was a big possibility that he would’ve locked it afterward.

It slides open smoothly and I walk onto the carpet.

I tried to pack everything that was important to me when I took off, but I forgot this.

It’s a small silver necklace of a tree of life that Nicholas gave me. I looked around for it everywhere and then remembered that I had placed it inside the vanity of the master bathroom. It wasn’t with the rest of my jewelry and I couldn’t let it stay here much longer.

I don’t know what Owen’s plans are but I needed to get this back. It’s not worth much but Nicholas bought it for me just because and I love it.

I tiptoe to the bathroom and open the mirror, holding my breath.

I find it right where I left it and I drop it into my pocket.

“What are you doing here?” His voice startles me.

I flip around with my back against the faucet.

“I forgot something,” I say, standing upright and trying to look as big as possible.

The room is big for a bathroom, but it feels small.