Chapter 2
Is it because of how much you were hurt the last time you loved?
Geoffrey had returned to the meadow and the rock the next morning, and though he had erased everything from the day before, a new message still appeared, as if ‘Because I’m scared?’ had remained. Geoffrey tried to find it, but couldn’t, as he traced around the new words with his finger. Maybe someone had watched him write it.
Hurt? f**k yes, he’d been hurt.
This rock isn’t big enough to reveal how much.
Then put pen to paper. You are a writer, after all.
That suggestion awaited Geoffrey in the evening. Someone was watching him—or had been. His first thought was Ryan, as silly as that was, which might be the answer to the question first posed.
Geoffrey’s routine was rather predictable. His neighbors, the young
