C40 Forty: My third step

The feeling of sadness was suddenly replaced with anger as I see who was behind the door.

Caitlyn stood there with a wicked grin on her face, holding a brown file. But that’s not what has me seething. It’s the fact that she’s wearing my clothes. And not just any cloth, but the one Kian had gotten me during his trip to Bahamas,

“Erm, please where is Farrah?”

I glare at her