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The gray walls of the police station look as lifeless as I feel.
I mean, I’m basically a character from a teen horror movie. Covered in blood? Check. Bruised to hell? Check. Wandering, terrified, in the middle of the night? Check.
Oh, hey. I guess I remember Lizzo. If all else fails, at least I like good music.
“My teenage daughter is missing. I can’t reach her on the phone; I’ve been driving around for hours trying to find her. I think I have to file a missing person’s report.”
I smirk at the camera, sitting beside the man standing in front of me now. In the picture, Wayne grins for all he’s worth.
Nobody could have prevented this from happening.” I gently touch the swollen skin under my eyes. Wayne looks at me. “Yeah. Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
It’s the weirdest thing, not recognizing your own face. But the proof is right here. Her face is my face.
Life really goes to shit when everyone thinks you killed your girlfriend.
Because when your girlfriend vanishes into thin air, you instantly become the person who had something to do with it. At least in the court of public opinion.
Name: Lola Elizabeth Scott Age: 17 Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: Green Last seen: 10:55pm on September 29th at the Willamette River boat launch in Washington City
This town is full of places I don’t belong anymore.
She’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Mostly weathered Christian fiction and Chicken Soup for the Soul books. I don’t think those are mine.
He smiles. “Don’t worry. Nobody will see you.” I can’t explain the stab of unease that sentence brings.
Can you feel remorse for something you don’t remember doing?
how am I supposed to fight for her and for myself at the same time?
“You know, something about you looks so familiar. I can’t put my finger on it.”
Mary Boone wouldn’t care about being in the cabin all the time. Netflix is her best friend. I don’t understand her at all.
Why does he want me to misremember my life?
Maybe everything isn’t okay. Maybe it never was.
I hear them calling my name, looking for me, and one final piece clicks into place. I know my name.
