“I was so upset that you’d asked me out as a way to get to me,” she said, still not looking at me. “I was pissed at you for doing it. I was pissed at you for having a job like this, for not caring about other people enough to just not kidnap someone. I was pissed at you for existing. But I was so ashamed of myself for falling for it. It’d been a couple months since the guy before you. I’d been through several cities without a problem. I started to let myself think I could calm down for a minute. I was able to do that every so often before where there was this lull between the people coming
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