"Why..." I stammer breathlessly, barely able to form words. "I don’t..." I remove the phone from my ear and look down at my screen. It now displays a nondescript number with no caller ID. I’d already deleted his contact from my phone, knowing it would keep me from contacting him.
I never considered that he would try to contact me.
"Meet me at the library," he says. "Quickly."
I stand planted in the middle of the blacktop stretch of pavement, like tree roots are bursting from the earth and wrapping around my ankles, making me planted and immovable as well. I stare ahead, my phone to my ear, Rhea’s car a few yards in front of me in its usual spot.
I can’t do this anymore.
Not only do I have other things to take care of, but I’ve promised myself I won’t be a victim of his confusing mind
