Tatum
As the couple, who I now know as Remy's parents, get into a late model truck and drive off, muffler roaring so loudly I'm damn sure the thing is going to come off, I lock the door. For some reason, I commit their license plate to memory, repeating it over and over softly to myself until I can close my eyes and see it. Only then do I turn back to the person who's become such an important part of my life. He doesn't look at all like the person I left yesterday evening. Gone is the soft way he'd gazed at me, the light tilt of his lips when he looked at me, and the absolute adoration written across his face.
Looking at him right now, it doesn't even appear that he knows who I am. I'm frightened by what happened, but in the end, I'm not even sure what went down here. I have no idea what
