Authors: Erica Cope
“
Gwen, I’ll drive you to wherever you’re going. Let me just—”
My eyes darted back, pinning him in place. “Let you just
what
?
His head bobbed on his neck, reminding me of one of those old-fashioned dolls that people used to stick on the dashboards of their cars. Beady, plastic eyes. Lips too red to be real. Hinged knee joints.
Matt opened his mouth, reaching for me.
“
Don’t,” I said, lifting my hand to block him. “I’ll be just fine without you.”