Her New Boyfriend
After hanging up the call with my best friend, I followed up with a text to remind her to observe from the shadows.
In the message I sent to her, I wrote, "Something feels off about Chester. Don't confront him directly. Just keep an eye out to see if there's any other woman around him."
Not long after I sent the message, Frida knocked on my door and walked in.
"Jenna, time to drink your milk," she said, handing me a glass. Her expression seemed normal, but something about her presence felt off.
It wasn't unusual for her to bring me a glass of milk each night. But why did she always stay in the room until I finished it? Her eyes were fixed on the glass as though she wouldn't be satisfied unti
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