Confession #20: I had a hard time listening to good advice, even when it threatened me.
Five days passed. I kept my distance from Reese, even though it probably didn’t matter what I did at this point. Patricia knew exactly who she was and how important she was to me.
But even if the wicked witch wasn’t part of the equation, I was not the kind of person Reese needed in her life.
Not that it mattered how far away I stayed, because the physical distance had become only a technicality. Now that I had her number in my phone, we started texting. Daily. And through those messages, I think we ended up actually growing closer than ever.
I knew I should’ve stopped. But I couldn’t seem to help myself. No one could make me smile like Reese did whenever she went and called me nonsensical names like
