Oakley has no recollection about a single second of our time together. It’s all gone. He has no memory of how much he loved me, how much he wanted me. Now, all he feels for me is pity. I could see it in his eyes, clear as day. And when our fingers touched for that brief moment, he jumped away like he’d been struck by lightning. No, he doesn’t want me anymore. All those feelings disappeared when his uncle hit him over the head with that iron bar.
