“Try not to worry. I’ll keep her safe.” As he passed me to get his hat off the coat rack, Faxon put his hand on the small of my back and leaned in, kissing me on the cheek. “Goodbye, my love.” When he turned to walk out the door, all I could do was stare. He rarely showed affection, probably because I never returned it. I watched him pull on his cloak and leave the house, glancing over his shoulder at me with a strange look on his face. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but the interaction left me feeling uncomfortable.
This caught my eye and I immediately knew he was up to no good.
