Chapter 13. A Dollhouse
The air inside the car is almost electric, brimming with current, prepared to shock the first to speak. For a while Rhys says nothing, but I notice every time he sighs and runs his hands through his hair. His eyes flicker at me an equal number of times, as if he’s about to ask a question only to shake his head and decide to look out of the window.
I sit firmly, prepared for anything he asks because I know I’m not wrong. I have done nothing wrong. It is Rhys who left me—in such a way that I had nothing to help me find where he went. Not that I didn’t try. But he cleaned up so well before he left that it was almost like he never existed in our town. After a while, when the idea of him wanting to abandon me took root, I gave up entirely.
The face of Amanda flashes
