Scott always wore a wedding ring. And when I asked him why, he insisted it was the ring of his dead fiancé and he could not take it off unless it was cut off. I played with that ring while he slept and tried desperately to take it off myself.
It was legitimately stuck on there. But his reasons for wearing it…his dead fiancé…the story never quite sat well with me.
With my turning eighteen, I was finally allowed to go to the City and New Jersey. He had spoken often of his home and of this girl he lived with, Jen. I still don"t know who she was. He claims she was the daughter of a friend of his. She may have been his daughter. She was five years younger than me and there was one rule: under no circumstances was she to know about my existence. His reasons for that rule changed every time he
