-Phoenix-
She looked tired—exhausted, actually. That was my fault too, wasn’t it? But the marks on her neck had at least healed. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t always think about them, even though I couldn’t see them. They had formed almost as soon as I had let go of her. They had been red then, but I bet they turned darker the next morning. I could just picture it.
“Phoenix?” She called out my name, and I hated that even the sound of her voice made me feel better. I was not supposed to feel better. I didn’t deserve it.
“Phoenix?” she called again when I didn’t answer.
I was standing in front of my car. Angela had informed me she was going to pick up Hope when she was done with therapy, which reminded me that I hadn’t had the time to teach her how to drive. Maybe I should if we could surviv
