Devon

I’ve nearly bitten my fingernails down to their quicks, fiery pain now lancing through my fingertips. I don’t remember being this agitated before. My heart thunders away like it’s its own marching band, pounding against my ribs.

I’ve tried pacing around the room, trying to get her from my mind, but to no avail. She’s a tattoo on my mind that can never be removed, a memory that’s sharper than a knife.

I’ve seen the route they’re taking. They ...