Talia’s Point of View
“Talia, what the hell is going on?” Corey demanded from the other side of my bedroom. Her hands folded over her chest as her hip c****d impatiently to the side. We’d been back at my house for nearly 15 minutes already and I still couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth of what I’d seen last night. Would she think I was insane? Did it really matter anymore?
Clearly this had been my sign to get out of this damn town once and for all. I never should have come back here, I knew better than to believe I could actually last a whole summer here. So I ignored Corey’s comment once again, throwing myself into a distressed state of packing. It felt as if I’d hardly been here long enough to be unpacked. I knew I should have waited until I’d at least settled in here a bit,
