I No Longer Dream of Tender Nights
Instead, he asked, "Hypothetical question. If Darren comes crawling to you, sobbing and begging you to date him again, would you say yes?"
A frown creased Jeanne's forehead. That question alone was sullying her ears. Still, she answered earnestly, "Over my dead body."
The memories of Darren's actions alone always sent a chill down her spine. It haunted her nightmares, and she would wake up in a jolt more times than she cared to count. Sometimes she hoped the fire had taken her once and for all. But no. Now she was stuck with these nightmares, and they were elite tormentors.