23. Oh, So That's Her

I admit, the first thought to cross my mind is to leave.

Then Jax lets out a broken sob and my heart squeezes behind my ribs.

I imagine Angeline hovering somewhere around, watching us. It’s something I do a lot, and I know it might sound stupid or creepy but I can’t seem to be able to control it. I have always been paranoid, so I always imagine she’s in my room, or in class where we would sit together, and half of the time I would almost believe that she’s going to show up.

It sounds messed up, and I’m sure if Dad knew the sort of thoughts I have he would most probably make me have sessions with one of his colleagues or something like that.

I can’t push the thoughts out though, because every time I think of her it always ends up in the lines of what if she’s here? What would she do? What would she say? What did she use to do, say, et cetera?