Vincent
I couldn’t figure out where else to go besides Pop’s. When I got there he hit me with his cane a few times, thinking I was an intruder.
After he stopped hitting me he finally asked me what was going on. I told him and he hit me again with his cane.
“What was that for?”
“You just left. Did Claire follow you?”
“She followed me outside, but I left by myself”
“And you don’t think there was any way that she left after you?”
My heart sank. I didn’t even think about that. I pulled out my phone and called her, but it just went to voicemail.
“She’s not answering”
I was panicking. I grabbed my keys and left. Where the hell could she be? I was driving around stopping at every park and place we used to hang out at. It’d been years since we’ve actually been to these places together
