He looks back at me several times, as if I would change my mind and open my arms to him. Who the hell does this guy think he is? I told him I didn’t need him, and yet he still makes up his mind that I am some princess in need of being rescued? As I shut my front door, I ...
It’s almost 6am. I stayed too long with Aimee, but it was just so damn hard to leave her. She’d told me about her mom waking up and she was still trying to figure out how that made her feel. I wish that I could be there for her, to help her. But instead I’m here and I can only blame myself. ...
Besides, it was a way to earn money to get out of this town. I liked chatting with the regulars, overhearing snippets of conversation that would make me laugh. The diner and its regulars were a little community. It had seemed like a safe haven, set apart from the stark realities of Painted Rock...