Somewhere in between watching your green eyes disappear behind your eyelids and falling asleep myself, I got up to use the bathroom.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard your grandmother talking on the phone.
The fact that we were technically runaways and the realization that you stole Michael's car told me I needed to find out who she was talking to.
She said something about treating us to lunch and having them meet us there.
She looked over her shoulder while she spoke like she didn't want to get caught talking on the phone.
Her charming old lady face suddenly appeared more horrific than I remembered. It was haunting.
She called your parents, I realized, sneaking back upstairs and nudging you awake.
We needed to escape. Now.
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