Chapter 95

　　On the way back to the apartment, I felt kind of relieved. I finally made the decision. 　　I didn't know how to tell Javon about it. "Maybe I should write a letter to explain everything. I don't want Javon to think I hate him," I thought. 　　The idea of writing a letter bothered me while making dinner. I just simply made some pasta. 　　But Javon didn't come back before dinner. I waited until I was too hungry. So, I had dinner myself. But he didn't come back after I finished dinner. 　　He hadn't been back so late before. I began to worry about him. 　　Usually, he would have sent me a message or called if he had other plans. But this time, nothing. Not a message or a call. 　　I paced the floor restlessly. 　　Eventually, when I was about to call the police, the front door opened. 　　I immediately rushed to the door when I heard the sound. 　　Javon came in. He lowered his head and didn't look at me. 　　"You came back late," I said. Then I realized it might be inappropriate to say so. I didn't want