Often times the hardest of people, are those who have had the most hurt to hide…
CAMERON
I can tell it is hot outside from how bright the sun looks even through the tinted glass of the car windows.
Inside the vehicle, with its tan leather seats and glossy surfaces, the air conditioning is on but I can still feel a bead of sweat roll down from the nape of my neck to my back.
I’m more nervous now than I was when Earl was taking me to his home for the first time and of course he notices it immediately.
It’s almost annoying how nothing gets past him.
“Stop doing that.” He snaps at me, lifting his head from his phone and sliding the device into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
“Stop what?” I ask indignantly and he points and waves his finger in my face.
“That. You’re biting your lip
