Swallowing, I tilt my head to get a good look at the helmet, but I already know what I’m going to see. Purple flames. “Oh, my God,” I cry out, my heart plummeting. He was there, on my worst day. Noah’s party. He was there, looking through my bay window. He was there, yards away. Eyes flooding, I search through my windshield to see him staring right at me before he jerks his head away.
