Overpass Chapter 13

Excerpt from Chapter 13 . . .

2008

I loosen my fingers and slide them down his chest, letting them fall to my side. I lock eyes with him finally, though I can barely see through my tears. “I can’t do this,” I say and turn away, this time leaving him.

“Bella, please.”

A second time.

Three times.

A fourth.

I pause at my car before getting in, not sure what I want to do.

“I’ll be on the overpass. If you want to talk. Or anything,” he says.

And then I drive away.