I whip my bike to the right to try to pass this old clunker truck going no more than twenty miles an hour, when I see a woman standing on the side of the interstate trying to flag someone down for help. No matter what I do, she’s always there, in my thoughts. But even after all these years, she still gets under my skin. She sure as hell hasn’t made any attempt to contact me. Maybe by coming back here, I can actually find some sort of closure with this goddamned obsession. And then immediately push her out of my mind. Alex. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of her. I have absolutely no idea why she thinks my being here is going to be of any help to Alex. So I think it’s better to have some sort of plan of approach, and since Harlow’s the mastermind behind all of this, she can handle that part. If I know Alex, she’s not going to make this easy. Then, I’ll need to meet up with Harlow later today, to get this all worked out. With absolutely no future.Īs I whip in and out of traffic, I know my first stop has to be my parents. Well, maybe not the town itself, but everything it represents.
For her. How many times have I tried to get that woman out of my mind… yet, I’m here. I shake my head and accelerate as I pass the sign.
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