You don’t know what he is…
I repeatedly chanted in my head, trying to calm my racing heart and refrain from showing the slightest hint of emotion that suggested I was intimidated. After all, I had been ‘hypnotized’ to forget what they were.
Why was he here? I thought they didn’t want me to remember who they were, so why follow me here? Or does he suspect something?
He was still smiling, waiting for me, relaxed by my convertible with his hands tucked in the pockets of his grey pants. I suddenly realized I’d been standing in the same spot for too long. Tilting my head up, I composed myself and strolled poised towards him, holding his gaze behind his sunglasses till I was two steps away and now looking up at him.
“You’re in my way,” I spoke, referring to the driver’s door he was leaning o
