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Pulling into the driveway, a heavy sigh escapes me as I grip the steering wheel, facing my haunted home through the windshield. The drive back is silent; Amy rests her head against the window, gazing into the night while the radio plays softly in the background.
"Tonight was therapeutic and beneficial. Thank you, Cam. Seriously," Amy's voice breaks the quiet.
"I guess you now have an insight into the only kind side of me," I reply, offering my usual smile as I glance at her.
"Jake said you gave him a home here in Portland," she begins, catching me off guard. "I know you don't have the perfect of characters. But you're not evil."
Her words tighten around my throat, and I choose the flight alternative, stepping out of the car. But Amy is stubborn, always digging deeper not cari
