THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 88


I blushed and stared down
at my hands. “Um,” I whispered,
“I don’t know.”
My voice had become so soft,
he had to lean forward to hear me.
I caught a whiff of cologne—
something like an old preserved bundle of spices.
It probably was Old Spice.
He leaned up almost too quickly.
I worried that he was offended,
but he just laughed.
“Let her say what she wants.”
I bit my lip and clenched my fists
under my thighs so he couldn’t see them.
The way he evaded the question
made me think
Lindsey was telling the truth.

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