Chapter 15

• My life was divided into periods of long, agonizing lulls and bright flashes when alerts came to my phone. I would rush to my phone to check it as quickly as possible. I lived from one chat message to the next. My nerves were on edge, and I wasn't worried about myself at all, although it turned out to be in vain - I was being watched. No, it should be pronounced: "I was being followed!" And despite my panicked fear, I was most worried about them, they really were in danger. I knew it.
• Aaron and Owen took turns writing, and I imagined that after a brief discussion, one of them would type the message while the other drove. A silver, nondescript sedan whose license plate I still can't remember is cruising the streets of Santa Monica. And inside are men I can't stop thinking about.
• In the morning, they wrote again, insisting that my brother take me to work.