His Silence - Chapter 69

I can’t get the image of Abraham making his way out of the complex on his own out of my mind, without anything; he won’t have had any money on him. How on earth will he even be able to find a place to stay? I shake the thought out of my head. He tried to kill me. He deserves this. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have had to leave.

No one put any effort into making a meal this evening. We all helped ourselves to whatever was in the cupboards and the fridge.

I glance across at Oliver. He’s moving his salad about on his plate with his fork. He’s barely eaten anything.

‘Oliver, are you OK?’ I ask.

The fork collapses to the plate and he sits up a little straighter. ‘Yes of course, just feeling a little tired.’

I nod. I search for Callum; he’s sitting a couple of spaces away next to Eve.

‘Are you doing OK, Grace?’ Adam asks. ‘You must’ve been terrified.’

I stare into his eyes, thinking back to what I thought earlier. Does someone else here want me dead?

‘Yeah, I think I’m OK,’ I say, shifting in my seat.

‘Look, I don’t think you should sleep on your own tonight,’ Oliver says. ‘You’ve suffered enough trauma as it as and with what’s happened today added on top, I’m worried that you.’

‘What are you suggesting?’ I ask my heart rate increasing. He’s not going to suggest I sleep with him, is he? 

‘Perhaps you should sleep in Eve’s room tonight; she has a single bed in there.’

I resist the urge to breathe a sigh of relief.

‘Um, OK, sure.’

Oliver gets up from his seat and walks over to Eve. He leans in to, I presume, tell her what he just told me. Bloody hell, hasn’t he already cleared it with her yet? She smiles as he speaks to her and looks towards me, still smiling.