Chapter 28

• I sat in my mother’s office, my fingers tapping against the armrest of the black leather chair, keeping time with the song that refused to leave my head.
• (Do you know the enemy, do you know your enemy…)
• The ironic part? That damn song had started playing when my phone rang yesterday right as Dennis kissed me. I had been too shocked, too caught up in the moment, to even realize the phone was ringing. And now, as some cruel punishment, the tune looped endlessly in my brain.