Forgetting is a response that is sometimes crucial to protect the brain in traumatic experiences.
This is something that Dawn Vanstone knows well, among many other things. After all, she has the dream of becoming a psychiatrist, and just has to fini...
As soon as she got into my car, she began to sob profusely.
Worried, I put a hand on her back and asked, "Are you alright? Did something happen?"
"It's too embarrassing," she sniffed.
"Olivia, if something happened, you need to tell me so we can take care of it."
She looked at me, her mascara smeared all over the place.
"He left me for some other girl."
I groaned and positioned myself back into my seat. Starting the car, I prayed to be given the strength to not scream at her.
"I mean, she wasn't even that pretty," she ranted. "And she looked so messy. What did he see in her that I don't already have?"
I ignored Olivia until we got home.
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After Olivia was situated, I drove back to the club to meet up with Chase. He was in his car watching cars pass by. I got out of mine, and went to knock on his window. He unlocked the passenger side door as soon as he saw me and I climbed inside.
"So you're not afraid to ride in my car anymore?"
"After dealing with Olivia, I think the idea of you being a murderer sounds pretty nice."
He smiled and clapped his hands together. "Okay, so do you have Luna's book with you?"
I nodded and pulled it out. I took a deep breath.
Grabbing my hand, he said, "Don't worry, Dawn. Remember. Luna didn't write this to make you feel guilty. So don't feel guilty."
"It's easier said than done."
"But it can still be done."
I gave him a small smile. He turned on the car's interior lights so that we were no longer sitting in the dark.
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"Jesus," he said after a minute.
"I know," I replied, feeling kind of awkward and vulnerable. It was difficult to let Chase read what was inside the book. I used to be an awful person.
