#Chapter 314: Fear & Other Feelings

Abby The mansion feels so much bigger and emptier now that my friends are gone. For the few days that they were here, everything felt so lively and maybe even a little chaotic. Now, though, it’s as if my own heartbeat is echoing off of these walls. Normally, I wouldn’t mind; I did live here for years, after all. I did design the interior of this home. It should be comforting. But it’s different now. I feel so cooped up here. I can’t leave without Karl or someone else by my side, as per Officer Martinez’s instructions. And with each night that passes, I find myself peering nervously out the windows, wondering if the strange black car is still out there. Of course it isn’t, though. I haven’t seen it since the night that I found Karl drunk in his office. But I still feel like I’m being watched, in a strange way. Maybe I’m just going crazy from being stuck inside, away from my friends, away from my apartment, away from my restaurant. I do manage to find solace in the kitc