But in that moment, I couldn’t find it in me to argue with him over it. That was because… because… connected to the same keychain his house key was on, something dangled from it. Something that looked like an ice cream cone charm. An ice cream cone charm that I’d had on a necklace. A necklace that I had put on him after the car accident. He’d kept it? He’d put it on his keychain? I was a goner. I was such a goner that no one was ever going to find me again. Ever.
Stoppp that’s so cute
