The knock came right on time. I'd been waiting for it. Mr Blake said he'd come tonight, with the evidence. Still, when the knock finally came, my chest tightened a little.
I got up, wiping my hands on my shorts.
"I'll get it," I called, already heading for the door.
I opened the door, and there he was. Mr Blake stood there calmly, with his hands in his pocket. "I almost got lost getting here," he said casually. "Room 16."
I huffed a quiet laugh, stepping aside. "Come in.."
He didn't move. Instead, his eyes flicked past me, scanning the inside of the house like he was checking something.
"Actually," I said, catching on, stepping back out and pulling the door behind me. "Let's talk out here."
He gave a small nod.
We stood in the hallway for a second, before a voice interrupted us.
"Hi, honey. You forgot your phone."
The familiar voice slipped in so easily it took my brain a second to catch up.
I raised my head, and gasped. "Miss… Gerald?" The school therapist?!!!
