I don’t think about a f*****g thing when I get into my car and drive. They had to be wrong somehow. They had to have made a mistake about the whole thing.
Maybe they hadn’t read right. Those geezers were old; they might have confused some things while trying to find the truth.
I tried comforting myself, but it didn’t do a damn thing. Knox was howling inside my head, and I didn’t know how to get him under control. Not when my f*****g head was spinning.
Looking back, I tried to remember every single detail about Lola. Sure, we have never f****d since she was waiting for us to mark each other first, but we did get close a couple of times. That was before she stopped things from progressing. There was always a look of guilt in her eyes every time.
I don’t remember seeing any marks. Even if
