Olivia

Rock is smiling ever so slightly, his mind somewhere else, I assume. I'm right here, though. I'm focused entirely on Rock, upset that I can't stop looking at him. I'm trying so hard to think of all the reasons why I should be thinking of anybody or anything else, but my brain doesn't believe any of them. Stupid, traitorous brain.

The cops drop us off at a Denny's, where we sit and sip sodas while we wait for a car service. The orangutan enclosure event is long ...