Confession #5: So I wasn’t the best at introductions.
“Reese,” Mom said, causing a wave of shock to ricochet through me.
Reese.
Glowing Girl had a name, a real, legitimate name.
I didn’t want to know her name. I didn’t want to learn another single detail about her. This was so not going to help me stay away from her and never think about her again.
“This is my son, Mason,” Mom went on. “He works most evenings at the Country Club, so you may or may not see him coming and going whenever you’re here. Mason, this is Reese Randall.”
God…damn.
I got the last name too? No! Why did I have to learn her f*****g name? Now it was going to repeat through my head like a skipping record. Reese Randall, Reese Randall, Reese—there it went already.
When I felt Sarah nudge me in the leg, reminding me
