Chapter 7Back at the motel, now covered in six inches of snow already, Jeremy realized he’d left the notebook in the Hell Hole. “I think it fell out, as you and I, you know…” “I’m sorry,” I said and meant it. “Do you want to go back? I bet that guy, the one who got us out, he would—” Jeremy grabbed my hands. I started to understand that was the kind way of telling me to shut up. To keep kissing him instead of talking. So that was what I did. He told me, with his mouth and hands that night, that he would probably not stay too long. “After the snow clears, I’ll drive out. This place only reminds me of him. And I think I need to move on.” I nodded and watched the snow as it stacked up on cars and our motel room window. I thought of my legal studies degree that I was almost complete at the
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