ArianaThe front door clicked shut behind me a little harder than I'd intended.I let out a frustrated breath, kicked off my shoes, and shrugged my jacket off my shoulders before hanging it on the coat rack."Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath dragging a hand through my hair.The soft glow of the television spilled into the hallway.When I stepped into the living room, I found Tessa curled up on one end of the couch while Matt occupied the other, his injured leg stretched carefully across a cushion they were completely absorbed in the movie playing on the television.The moment Tessa spotted me, she paused the movie. "You're back."I walked past them without answering, dropped myself into the armchair opposite the couch, and folded my arms."I don't think Damien is okay in the head.""What?" The two exchanged looks. "I said," I repeated, rubbing my forehead, "I genuinely don't think that man is mentally okay.""Should I be worried?" Tessa asked. "Yes.""About you or about him
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