Remembering Tobias’ obsession with cleanliness, Skylar cleaned the soles of her shoes before entering the house.
When they were inside, the man went to the bathroom to retrieve a warm towel for her. She received it and bent down, ready to wipe her shoes off when he suddenly said, “That’s for your hair and face. You got wet after getting down from the car, didn’t you?”
After a moment of hesitation, she reached up and used the towel to dry her hair off, hanging it back in the bathroom once she was done.
Her gaze fell upon the toilet. The cover was open, and there were no feminine products by the washbasin. Everything that was there was all arranged neatly.
Knock, knock.
Skylar quickly composed herself and opened the door, greeting Tobias with a smile. “You did a good job at cleaning up the bathroom.”
She didn’t say anything more, but he knew she’d stayed so long in there to check if there were any traces of another woman’s presence.
He led her to the dining room, where she cautiously took a seat down at the table. She felt weirdly antsy and not as comfortable as she was with Madelyn.
Opening the kitchen refrigerator, he took out a box and placed it on the table in front of Skylar, who merely stared blankly out the window and didn’t seem to notice at all.
Is she still thinking about the incident from this morning?
The pictures of that accident would likely come up in future web searches of “crazy fan behavior,” and the story would never be laid to rest.
It was only when Tobias called her name once more that Skylar snapped back to reality.
Why did Tobias bring me here? He has to know about what happened at the mall today. Why didn’t he ask about it or offer any words of reassurance?
She watched as he opened up the box, revealing the medium-sized cake inside with a “twenty-two”-shaped candle perched on top of it.
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