Evening turns into night. I’m cold and hungry and stuck on one passage in particular that talks about Ben Shaw being ‘the one’. She says he’ll mostly likely solve her problem and there’s at least a hundred question marks following her proclamation. Afterwards, she asks herself, “Are you sure?” I rub my eyes. I pinch my nose. Then I tell Finn I’m heading out to grab us some quality fast food. She offers to take me back to Geneva’s for dinner but I know I won’t return to Mom’s tonight if I get comfortable on that couch with Finn again. “They call it fast food for a reason, Finn. I’ll be right back.” She laughs, then pulls her sweater around her tightly and shivers. I crank the heat up on my way out, hoping it will warm her up soon enough. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier. The cold kind of snuck up on me, much like Finn has. As I drive through the neighborhood, I smile thinking about her.
