“Em!” I call out, my voice husky. “I never stopped thinking about you. Never.” No matter how much I tried.
She stalls and, after a lengthy delay, peers over her shoulder at me. Her eyes are glossy in the bath of light from the garage’s spotlight. “I guess it’s time you forgot about me and moved on.” With that, she vanishes into the darkness, nothing but a faint glow of her flashlight to mark her trail.”
―
K.A. Tucker,
North Country
