Infatuation

I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.

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37. Adam

The motel sign blinked in and out of focus. I closed my eyes, wondering why Avery called. She said she wanted to help me, but I didn't believe her.

She just wanted to tell the police where I was.

She was tracking me, and soon they would come for me.

Then my life was over.

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