Chapter 28
“I should probably get going,” she eventually said, shattering the unholy silence. “Emily will be getting home soon.”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course. I um—”
Connie stood us and stretched out her arms before reaching down to pick up her bag. “You don’t have to walk me out.”
“No, I—”
“Relax, I know my way.” She smiled stiffly.
“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You fucking better.”
“I hope I do,” I whispered back, but she was already in the hallway. I waited and listened for her footsteps retreating before the slamming of the door echoed throughout the house.
I switched the record off before I finally exhaled, and spent the rest of the evening lying on the couch in silence. 7
June 1994
“Are you gonna do something with your hair?”
“Hardly.”
“Come here, let me curl the ends of it or something.”
“What’s the point? You know I don’t—”
“Alex,” she whined, pouting as she set the curling iron down to cross her arms. “Come on. Don’t be stubborn.”