When Kenna’s eyes slide over to mine, I feel a tug of disappointment
inside of me. Diem looks
so much like her when she’s sad. It’s like I’m
looking into the future at who Diem is going to someday be.
I don’t like that the one person I dislike the most in this world reminds
me of the person I love the most.
Kenna wipes her eyes, but I don’t lean over and open the glove box to
retrieve a napkin. She can use the Mountain Dew shirt she’s been wearing
for two days.
“I didn’t know you before I showed up at your bar last night,” she says
with a trembling voice. “I swear.” Her head falls back against the headrest,
and she stares straight ahead. Her chest rises with a deep inhale. She
exhales at the exact moment my finger meets the unlock button. My cue for
her to exit.
“I don’t care about last night. I care about Diem. That’s it.”
I watch a tear as it skates down her jaw. I hate that I know what those
tears taste like. I hate that part of me wants to reach over and wipe it away.
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