“Thank God. That was painfully ridiculous. Let’s get out of this shithole, sis,” she said, putting the top back on the lipstick and tossing it into the ashtray.
“D-d-does he know y-y-you’re pregnant?” I asked her.
She shrugged. “Yeah, but it don’t matter.”
I looked back at Decker, who was standing there, watching me still.
“Call me!” he shouted as Tory pulled away.
My eyes went back to the trailer where Rio had once lived, and I looked at it until I could no longer see it. One day, I was going to find him again.
I just hope he remembers me.