I didn’t
pect that Amber would come to my house.
She disliked Dexter and would never come to this remote suburb unless she had to escort me home sometimes.
She came this time because I hadn’t answered her calls for seven days.
When Dexter opened the door and saw Amber, with a tattoo on her collarbone and a rebellious hairstyle, his brows furrowed deeply.
Just as he was about to speak, Amber said first, “Where have you kept Carrie?”
Dexter frowned and asked back condescendingly, “Isn’t she hanging out with you guys?”
