The Memory Thief

Leah shouldn't have been drinking that night. She shouldn't have been driving. But she was, and someone died. Now, three years later, the grief still heavy, Leah wishes she could fix the mistake that cost a stranger their life. When she meets West on the anniversary of the crash, he offers her an opportunity to erase what she has done. But everything in life, as she knows, comes with a price.


2. Chapter Two



"Leah! Hey, wait a second."

I kept walking. I didn't have anything to say to her. Her footsteps were quick behind me. When she touched my arm, I flinched.

"I need to explain," she said. "It wasn't what it looked like."

I whirled around, and pulled out of her grip. "It wasn't?" I snapped. "Then, please, tell me. What did it look like? Because it looked to me as though you were screwing around with—"

"Don't," Dakota hissed, looking around. "Leah, no one can know."

I pulled my brown hair up into a messy bun and glared at her. "Are you serious? You can't do this." I lowered my voice. "He's a teacher."

"But he's so hot."

"You're seventeen!" I yelled.

Dakota smiled, and it was cruel. "Are you seriously judging me for this, Leah?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I told her.

Her blue eyes narrowed and she leaned close. "If you tell my secret, I tell yours."

Then she left me standing in the empty hallway.


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