Twenty-Four
I feel like I’m looking at my life through different eyes. Every time I think back to a major event, I wonder where my father was at the time and what he was doing. Has he been watching from the sidelines, keeping an eye on me? Or has he distanced himself completely ever since his supposed death, not even knowing what I looked like until that night at the Harts? So many questions. I should probably write them down in case I forget something.
Ryn and I make the journey back to Creepy Hollow in silence. I tell myself he’s giving me space to come to terms with the monumental fact that Dad is still alive, but I know there’s also an undercurrent of weirdness between us. Neither one of us has mentioned The Kiss again. I’m hoping that if I ignore it, Ryn and I can go back to some ki
