![]() ![]() I promise to give you as much privacy as possible, but sometimes I won’t be able to. I need you to tell me what you’re thinking I need you to trust me. “Yes, I could.” I sigh then say, “But I don’t want to. “Can’t you just pick it out of my brain?” She snaps back. Her head snaps up a nd those brown-green eyes lock on mine and she sighs, “Ok ay. Turning t o mirror her position I demand, “Darlin’, look at me.” She ’s avoiding eye contact with me by picking at her perfectly manicured toe nails. She’s wearing her favorite worn in jeans and a loose fitting white t-shirt. The gash that had been on her head, from being hit with the gun, is already healed. Her hair’ s wet and braided down her back and her perfect face i s clean of all make-up. She crosses the room and s i t s at the other end of the couch facing me with her legs pulled up against her. I sat down on the couch to sort through my thoughts and I didn’t even realize I’d closed them. ![]() “Pike, are you awake?” She asks softly c ausing me to open my eyes. ![]()
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