Price is an apology.
Evan
Love you.
Lily
Love you, too.
I sit on Rachel’s hotel bed, pulling up the web browser on my phone and entering in the fanfiction website,There’s More Between the Lines.I click through to Rachel’s writings, intent on one thing—finding any comments KillerPlotTwist has left.
And it turns out…he’d commented on everything.
Things like…
“She flinches when people touch her, even the ones she trusts. That detail makes her feel real. Like you know that reflex.”
And…
“I don’t need to be in the room to know what she’s thinking. Some connections don’t need permission.”
And…
“You write loneliness like someone who’s memorized its taste. I’m lonely with you.”
They are subtle, but when I read his comments, I realize they aren't really about the story. They are about the writer of them.
And in a way, I understand KillerPlotTwist.
Rachel has a way of saying the things that you leave unsaid, just like Melanie had told me. Rachel made Barrett human; she made him feel again.
I take a deep breath before I pull up my text messages again, hovering my thumb between two names before clicking on Melanie.
Evan
Can you book me a different seat for Denver?
Melanie
?
Evan
Just want to give Rachel some space.
Melanie
OK.
Evan
Also make sure security is ready in Denver.
Melanie
Already on it.
Then I look at the other name on my screen.
