Matthew
Celeste refuses to get in my car, informing me she thinks I'm crazy if I think she's going to be cooped up inside like a sitting duck while I handle everything out here. By the way she's looking at me she wishes she could stick to me like moss on a stone but she's too afraid to reach out and touch me—all of a sudden I am unfamiliar to her, a stranger. She doesn't know me anymore. All she knows is that we have no choice but to trust each other now more than ever.
"It's going to be okay," I take her face in my hands. She puts her hands over my wrists. "Celeste, I can handle this. We'll be okay. Nothing will happen. Trust me."
She licks her lips but suggests nothing about her inner world, her eyes peering past me at the sound of the motorcycle getting closer. Her eyes close. Relea
