chapter seven
WILL
I am prepared to eat crow and doing it in front of the new girl will probably be as pleasant as the phrase suggests.
My car eats up the road as I push the speed limit, not because I’m eager to get to the apartment but because I want to feel in control of something for just a little bit.
The highway zips by, the trees keep growing, the birds keep chirping and the sun keeps on my tail.
Would the world change an inch if I was no longer in it?
I banish the thought. I have a purpose. I’m supposed to be here. It’s true even if at some level of my subconscious, I don’t fully believe
it.
The vehicles are already neatly lined up in the parking lot of the abandoned building. I’m late, but I pause to fix the collar of the blazer.
I’m wearing the clothes we’d been assigned
