There is no creek, though, none I’ve ever heard of, and I was born here. I live in the north suburbs of Atlanta, in a town called Lyndens Creek. I used to know what laughter felt like, but now I can’t imagine smiling ever again. I used to know how my story would turn out, but now I have no idea what tomorrow will look like. I was born Katherine Remy Tsai, but everyone calls me Remy. They’re not just afraid for me, they’re afraid of me. But there’s something else too, a different kind of fear. They fear for me, what might happen to me.
They want me to lie but they won’t say that word, they won’t say lie. Something to give the police, something to explain what happened, what I was doing there. “We need to come up with a story,” my parents tell me. Three hours since Elise pointed a gun at him, and I’ll never taste his kiss again, breathe in the scent of his peppermint shampoo. Three hours since strangers pulled me away from his body, and I’ll never run my fingers through his dark hair, never feel the heat of his touch against my skin. It’s been three hours since I held Jack in my arms and I’ll never hear his voice again, the way he laughed freely, the way he said my name, Remy, whispered like a prayer in the dark. Jack’s gone now and there was no time to say goodbye. You never think, This is the last time I’ll ever see his smile, shy and full of secrets meant only for me, the last time I’ll ever hold his hand or kiss his face or lose myself in the warmth of his brown eyes.
The Best Lies MONDAY // AUGUST 28 // DAY 353 1.
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