All right, either 46 or 53 on YOUR end for Andi and Carson.
53. Keeping a Secret
The unease between them was almost visible.
They were both subtle in their anxiety, clenched fists, a furrowed brow, but little else. Carson felt her eyes locked fastidiously onto him as he stared unseeingly at the painting of a sailboat behind her. It was futile, he knew, but he thought they might not go through with the conversation if he didn’t say something first.
But then again, she was always the confrontational one.
“So.” She paused, looking at him expectantly. He didn’t look away from the painting or respond to her vocalization. He could feel the tension in her stare.
“Carson,” she began again. “What are you going to do?” He still didn’t look at her. He wasn’t sure if he could stand to, after…
“Well,” he said in a half-hearted at sarcasm. “I was going to get some lunch, but you dragged me here.” He waved his hand around her office and continued, words becoming a little more agitated. “I don’t really need your shitty therapy so can you unlock the damn door?”
“We both know that’s not why I brought you here.” He heard her get up and walk towards him, but he still refused to look.
“Nice carpet,” he mumbled, just as an excuse to keep looking away.
“Carson. Are you going to tell her?”
“That’s awfully vague, isn’t it?” He could feel her standing in front of him now and it was more than uncomfortable. It frightened him.
In fact, ever since he’d seen her nearly die everything about her was frightening.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I.” He began to glance towards the door, briefly. Eyes to the door. Back to the room. Door. Room. Still not at her.
She bend down so they were at eye level and he lowered his, still refusing to look her in the face.
“Carson. Are you going to tell Cathy what you saw?” He pushed the chair back a few inches, trying to create space between them.
“No,” he said finally. “It would scare her.”
“Does it scare you?”
Carson looked up at her, seeing how immaculate and collected and normal she looked. And that was the problem. He’d seen the knife go through her neck. She should be dead. He would even accept a scar at this point. But no, her slender neck was as unharmed as the day she was born.
She looked down at him almost anxiously, waiting for an answer.
In 2004, police discovered a secret underground cinema with professionally installed electricity, phone lines, full bar, classic movies and recent thrillers, and more in the catacombs under paris. Upon returning 3 days later, a note was found that read “Do not try to find us”. -Source