I hesitated, then opened it to find Jamie standing there, looking worn and impatient.
“Did you see any more of them?” Jamie asked, not bothering with a greeting.
I shook my head, though my heart raced at the lie.
Jamie sighed, stepping past me into the apartment.
“I hope this pest control thing works,” Jamie muttered, setting down a heavy bag.
“Yeah,” I replied, my voice not quite steady.
The tension between us was a living thing, tangible, pressing down on the small space.
We moved around each other, avoiding eye contact, each in our own world of thoughts.
Jamie put on music, the familiar tunes filling the silence.
I focused on the rhythm, trying to calm my racing mind.
As the night wore on, I found myself looking at the walls, wondering how many more centipedes hid within.
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