Dead of Summer

by A.J. Merlin

“Then what am I doing, oh, ax murderer of my nightmares?”

“I came back because I’m in love with you, Summer Walsh. And you’d better understand real quick that I’m going to make sure you feel the same before these kids go home. No matter what I have to do to make that happen.”

“Because I can’t not follow you around.” There’s honesty in his words, along with a touch of frustration and maybe, possibly, bemusement. “That’s insane, right?”

I don’t know how to tell him that people in love don’t stalk each other. Maybe in his world, in his mind, they really do.