15. The Dream
“I need to face my demons, Danny, back in the city. I can’t go on if repressed memories are going to keep popping to the surface like this.” I shuddered at the thought of the box.
He didn’t say anything. I crawled out of his lap and went to the bedroom, found my old jeans and pulled out the money I’d taken from Chris. Marching back into the living area, I waved it in front of Danny’s face.
“I only want twenty-four hours. That’s all I’m asking. I have the money for a room.” I sat on the arm of the chair and dropped the money in his lap. “You can come with me if it makes you feel better. It won’t take that long and I thought maybe… well, maybe we could do some stuff together.”
He was still silent. I slid to the floor and looked up at his face. “Please, I need to do this. Yo
