ROANNE
I’m not surprised to feel tears drop. I know it’s unhealthy to reminisce. I should be trying to forget him. Let him go, but somehow I don’t want to. What we had was real. He may have had a fake identity, but hell. No actor has ever looked at the female lead the way Scott looks at me. Okay, maybe that’s a bit of a stretch, but you know what I mean. I just- I can’t let go of the nagging feeling that there’s more to this. More to the fake Scott thing. More to the look in his eyes whenever he stared at me. I’m not delusional. I’m not a kid either. He loved me. I know he did. So then why’d he leave? Ugh. I groan and fall back on the bed. Leaving my iced cream to melt. I’m not even in the mood for it. My phone rings and I begrudgingly pick it. “Hi mum” “Hey, sweetheart. Are you with Scot
