Flint
I should have said no. It’s insane that I didn’t. There was no goddamn reason for me to say yes.
I’m a teacher. A high school teacher. And Lacey is my student. Regardless of family problems, of home life, there is absolutely no forgivable reason for a high school teacher’s student to spend the night at his house. I could be fired for this. I could probably be arrested for this.
But the way Fallon sounded on the phone… saying no was simply an impossibility.
She just sounded so scared. So desperate. And, even more than that… so tired. Almost as if she had given up—which, if she resorted to calling me, of all people, she probably had. She isn’t my biggest fan; I know that much.
It doesn’t take them long to get there—probably because they were already in the cab, waiting for the oka
