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The only things that she knows about are the superficial little things that are pretty harmless.
I’m certain I didn’t tell her about the tracking device.
“I’ll be fine. He’s a rich trust-fund boy. What harm can he do?”
“I don’t know . . . Maybe make you debate in front of Congress?”
That makes me laugh, not because it’s a ridiculous thought, but because knowing Trent, it’s actually something he would make me do.
“Imagine.” I laugh.
“Actually, I can, and from the stories you tell, you would be debating something hysterical, too.”
“If you ever meet him, don’t give him any ideas.”
She leans forward, nudging me. “Oh, will I meet him?”
“Maybe one day, if he forces me back.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” she asks, the sincerity deep in her voice.
Her chocolate brown eyes are full of warmth and friendship, and I realize that she is the only person I have, and I’m lucky for that.
Lucky to have her in my corner.
And that’s exactly why I cannot bring her into this.
I need her far from the nuclear fallout.
“No. I’ll be okay.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“See you later . . . ?” She doesn’t sound convinced.
“Obviously.” I laugh before turning to head to where we are set to meet.
The parking lot next door to the library.
Makes sense, seeing as it’s my home away from home. I would have preferred a coffee shop.
But I understand why he chose this. It’s a convenient location, plus it won’t be as loud. Looking around, it won’t be loud at all, seeing as there are no cars. I also notice that Trent is not here yet, so I’ll be waiting a few minutes.
I wait for the crosswalk to indicate it’s my turn, and I head toward the parking lot.
Standing in the first space, closest to the street, I wait.
I pull out my phone to see if he sent a text telling me whether he’s going to be late or not, but as I do, I hear a sound. A screech. Tires?
I pull my gaze up, and that’s when I see the car. It looks familiar, barreling its way in my direction. It takes me too long to react because I’m convinced it’s Trent. It looks like his car.
But the car is driving fast. Too fast.
And Trent wouldn’t . . .
I’m standing, almost frozen, and then I am frozen when I realize the car is not slowing down. The car is not slowing down.
