Chapter 5
Saturday ends, and so begins Sunday. I know I should do something, about both Sean and Charlie, because I really behaved like an i***t. But instead of acting, I spend the rest of the weekend wallowing in guilt. I feel apprehensive, like something has started to crack. And I’m not too sure it’s really a bad thing. But it scares me.
I can’t stop thinking about Sean’s words, about the way he looked at me—the way he always looks at me, to be honest—about his hands caressing my face.
For me, it’s something new, especially after the accident, and it leaves me completely puzzled and vulnerable.
On Monday when I return to the library, I spend the morning glancing at the door, expecting to see Sean coming in to return his book. Not that he’s had it long, but I hope maybe he will use t
