He’s going. I sat in the car staring at him as I processed that.
My mouth went dry, and I felt tears springing into my eyes. I needed to change the subject. “Why weren’t you in the party?”
“I got a feeling. I’ve got a knack for sensing when something is wrong. So, I waited across the street. When I saw the cop cars floating, I figured you’d end up in the middle of the mix. So, I waited for you.”
He hadn’t stoop me up. He’d waited for me to come out to get me out of here. I was deeply touched by that.
I doubted Tommy would’ve done such a thing.
That night was more emotional than the others had been.
I was more distant, and he kept casting me furtive looks.
We’d gone to his house again.
He’d kissed me silly and murmured those fateful words again as he laid me out on h
