Laura
Once we were done unleashing anger on each other, we both went back inside. I sat on the couch, my legs pulled up under me, staring out the window at the water that now surrounded the cabin. It was eerie, the way the rain had transformed the world overnight. A sense of being trapped settled deep in my bones, and it wasn't just because of the flood.
California. I hadn't wanted to come back here. Ever since I fled the state after leaving Jackson, I'd promised myself I would never return. I'd buried the memories of that life as deeply as I could, but now, being here again, those memories were clawing their way back to the surface. I'd managed to get through the night because I thought it was just a matter of hours before we'd leave. But now? Now we were stuck, and Jackson was somewhere out there. A part of me wondered if he would even remember me after all these years, but the fear that he might somehow find me gnawed at my gut.
