Instead of letting me respond, he walks out of the room, and leaves me pondering his question. If my memory was gone, and I had been attacked, I would want everyone to do anything they could to help me find my attacker, right?
Yet, if I didn’t see anything wrong with it, then there would be no need to hide it from Harper. Damon’s right. I’ll let Scott handle that side of it from now on. I don’t want anything to ruin my chances with her.
I just can’t help but think that maybe there’s a reason she never mentioned Keith before, and it’s not like stalkers are a first date conversation. It’s been years and maybe she just forgot all about him and never thought to mention it. Either way, the benefit of the doubt is given as I try to get the image of their dead bodies surrounded by a pool of blood out of my head.
My phone vibrates.
Harper: Excited for tonight. Getting ready now.
I didn’t forget about our first date tonight, but I'm not sure how I’m supposed to act like everyone is fine and dandy when there is a killer out there trying to get to her. Maybe we shouldn’t be going anywhere in case he sees us, and finds out where I live.
No, fuck that. We can’t live in bubbles for the rest of our lives. She’s been stuck in the house long enough afraid.
I’m going to take her out and show her a good time, and make her forget all about this fucking mess.