I rush around looking for a bag, any kind of bag. I open the wardrobe to the guest room I slept in as I rummage through some boxes.. Nothing.
I look up on the shelf above and pull down a backpack, opening it I just find some papers photos and a note book. Perfect. I empty the contents onto the bed. I glance out the window as it's still dark If I'm going to get out of here, now is the time. I've had a few hours sleep and thanks to mike I'm still full from the dinner he had brought to us lasts night.
I guess this will do
I pick up the bag as the papers crunch under the bag. I glance at it as there's a familiar face in one of the photos.
I drop the bag instantly picking up the photo for a closer look
If I didn't know any better I'm sure this is my grandmother in her younger years. I try as hard as I can to remember the photo albums she use to show James and I as kids.
Yep it's definitely her.
Why does mike have a photo of my grandmother? I don't recognise any of the other faces in the picture but she looks happy. I wonder why I've never seen this picture before.
I look up at the bag on the bed and look back to the photo.
Shit
I pick up the bag with the photo in my hand and quietly leave the room heading for the kitchen. I open the cupboard throwing some biscuits and bread and anything else I think I could use on the run and do the bag up.
I quietly go to the back door and gently open the it as I slip out looking for a good place to hide the bag. I place it behind a thick bush making it not visible from the path as I turn around and slide back into the house closing the door behind me.
I need to know how he knows my grandmother before I leave or I know I will kick myself later always wondering about it.
I walk the opposite way in the house to wards the end where I know mike is sleeping.
I knock
I look down at the photo
The door opens as mike stands there in just a pair of shorts. I ignore his extremely gorgeous body as I hold the photo up to him.
"What is this?" Mike says frowning
"I was hoping you could tell me"
He takes the photo from my hand as he examines it
"It's a bit early to be reminiscing isn't it Mia?" He says frowning handing the photo back to me
"What"
I look at him as I'm on edge already I just want to know so I can get out of here
"This woman.. How did you know her?" I ask feeling frustrated pointing to my grandmother
He takes the photo back from me looking at it as he than flips it looking at the back than shrugs his shoulders
"I've never seen this photo" he states
"It's in your house mike" I say as if he's stupid
He sighs and hands the photo back to me
"I'm guessing you found this in the guest room?" He says raising an eyebrow
A little guilt makes it way into me as he probably thinks I was snooping through his stuff
"Yea" I state
"You will have to ask Ethan" he says turning and walking back to his bed sitting down on the edge
"What do you mean?"
