SELF TRAP

Jordan was lying with his back in his room when a slight knock came on the door. He stood up and went to get the door. His hopes crashed the minute he saw the face behind the door. His demons screamed inside, urging him to slam the door in her face. Or perhaps throttle her to death. But he composed himself and repelled all his calls from inside his head.

All the same, he was taking too long to respond, so Mariela spoke first. “Hi, Jordan. Sorry for showing up at your door this late and unannounced too. I have some kind of emergency. May I come in?” Mariela asked.

“It is late. I don’t think it is a good idea. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Jordan asked with neutrality.

Torrow? Tomorrow would have been too late, according to her plan. She was cocksure that Ana would look for Jordan the moment she tapped her feet out of her room. That was why she had asked her to speak to Jordan in the morning and not right after their talk. She wanted to have some time that night to talk to Jordan as we
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