"That night, did Benson--?"
"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there," she cuts me off. "You shouldn't be here, Bowie."
"Raelyn, I'm sorry. I--"
"I have company coming. I don't have time to chat."
The somber look in her eyes snaps my heart in half like...
As y'all know, I can never leave well enough alone. This is an idea I've been toying with for a while. I almost feel like I have to write it. The fictional characters inside of my head will be upset if I don't. 😉
Look out for "What Lurks Beneath the Surface," Evangeline's original story, now on a Wattpad profile near you. 😘😘