She’s close enough to make me wince. Why doesn’t she go home? At this rate, Hannah’s going to call the police and issue an AMBER Alert. I can see it across the road conditions sign on the way out of town. TEEN MISSING FROM CHICKEN DINNER. On the radio, they’ll add a few more details. WITNESSES DESCRIBED COLE OWENS AS POTENTIALLY UNSTABLE AFTER ATTEMPTING A FAMILY DINNER WITH A FAMILY THAT WASN’T HIS. IF YOU SEE THIS BOY, CALL THE POLICE. DO NOT APPROACH. I don’t know why I’m so freaked out. I suppose it’s no big coincidence—meeting someone in a store and later finding out that you’re connected. Maybe it’s the idea that if I hadn’t knocked up my ex-girlfriend, Hannah’s mom could have become more than a cameo appearance in my life. I could have created a role for her. In the kitchen a few minutes ago, she had lipstick on her teeth. I decide to focus on that, the hot pink smear. It makes her seem less perfect. I suppose it makes me want my mom back a little less.
