C7 Chapter 7

Carl's POV

I pounded on the door, my knuckles striking the wood with impatience. Each second that passed made the heat of my anger bubble up even more. Why was she taking so long to answer? Did she think she could avoid this conversation?

“Mia!” I shouted again, my voice echoing down the hallway. It was nearly midnight, but I didn’t care. Sleep was the last thing on my mind.

Finally