“Kellon?” I skipped town on this man to avoid him, and now, here he was sitting in my house. “Phileigh.” “What… are you doing here? How did you get into my house?” Hell, how did he even know where I lived? I watched him on television a few hours ago at the victory parade. I stared at him as I ran my fingers through my hair in pure confusion. “You ran,” he said, sitting up a little. “And I know how to pick locks.”
