63. Memories
Blake
"Blake?"
The voice stops me dead in my tracks. Michelle's friend is right in front of me, with a piercing accusatory look.
"Yes, it's me," I reply, trying to sound casual. I hold the bag I'm carrying tightly and step aside, intending to hurry on my way. But his voice stops me again.
"I just hope you have nothing to do with what happened," he says, firm, full of warning. "Because you know very well that neither Ryan nor my brother will let you get away with it."
I let out a dry, almost mocking laugh.
"Ha! How foolish you are! If I had done something, you've already given me time to cover my tracks. But don't worry," I add with a crooked smile, "my conscience is totally clear."
His eyes tell me otherwise. He doesn't believe a word I say. And I don't have time to co
