Chapter39

#Chapter39

I couldn't sleep, not with that video on my mind. It felt like a dream, something far beyond reality. Seeing her again—that version of myself—put a good dent in me. It made me feel like a time traveler, yet no one would want to go back to their worst moment, something like that belongs in the past and for some reason mine won't stay. It's like a mosquito trapped inside of my clothes, constantly biting and never escaping.

I have many questions for Sam, but I don't want to face him. Up until now I believed Harrison and I were the only witnesses, and here Sam is, an innocent boy who filmed at the wrong time. He shouldn't be dragged in. He already did his part by giving me the video.