Karl
My head jumbled and mixed up. I didn't say anything as we sped home the rest of the way.
She thought that was the way she needed to be, and she thought I didn't want her because of that.
I pulled the car into the driveway and got out without saying a word. I went over and keyed my pass code into the keypad on the side of the garage and pulled it up, revealing my spare bike and my blacker-than-midnight 1969 Camaro SS.
I looked back at Jassy, who was still sitting in the passenger seat of the crappy loaner I'd had to bring home. She was just staring out the window, barely moving. If I'd passed by her in a department store, I would have thought she was a mannequin at first glance, as she unflichingly gazed out of the window.
It was like my insides were cut up with razors and switchb
