KYRIE.
Getting a moment alone with Jessa was harder than ending a war. Her mother hovered like a hawk, and Jessa herself kept dodging the idea of talking to me like I was some f*****g tax collector.
But I finally got her. We were alone. She stood with her arms folded tightly over her chest like she was trying to keep herself from falling apart. Her eyes didn't dare meet mine.
"So... uhm... who are you? And what do you want from me?" Her voice was soft and nervous.
I leaned on my car, hands in my pockets, watching her squirm. "Jessa, you don't have to pretend. I know you know me."
"I don't," she said quickly, backing away a little. "You've got the wrong person. I'm not who you think I am. You need to leave."
I calmly pushed off the car, "I've been looking for you for eight months. E
