#Chapter 35 The Meeting

In hindsight, my first move should have been to call the police. If I had been thinking straight, I would have called the cops. Instead, I ran over to Barnett’s apartment and started pounding on the door, hoping he had spent the night there. To my relief, he opened the door. He looked as though he had just been about to leave and was surprised to find my fist in front of his chest. “Anna? What’s wrong?” Barnett asked. I couldn’t say anything. I only dragged him by the hand to my door, where I showed him the red X and the note. He stared at the note for a long time. “Well, that is her signature,” he finally said. He didn’t sound overly worried or even mad, more…resigned, as though he weren’t too surprised this had happened but was tired of all of Julia’s shit. I, however, was still freaking out. The more that I stared at it, the more that the red on my door and on the note looked like blood to me. It made my mind go to a million different ways that Julia could make me suffer just