The thought of going home is unappealing, and the last thing I want to do is repeat my previous trip to my mom's apartment.
If Rick calls me "darling" or touches my knee again, I might actually vomit on his work boots.
Mitchy lives pretty close to here, though, so I make a spur-of-the-moment decision to veer off to see what she's up to.
I send her a text on my way to let her know I'm coming.
Weirdly enough, I don't get an instant response.
That's as strange as the whole thing at Frank's trailer.
Mitchy always, always has her phone on her.
It's practically surgically attached to her hands.
Just like that, my heart starts pounding. I can't help but think of Brandon.
What if he did something insane? What if he found her? What if—
No. I can't think like that. I'm just gonna go by her place, make sure everything is okay, and then my paranoia and I can have a long, hard look in the mirror together.
Honestly, it's been going absolutely haywire all week long.
