C61 Sixty-one

“Move,” he says in a clipped voice. There is no trace of the man who gifted me a car earlier today but I maintain my stance and shake my head. “Elna, out of my way.”

“Why don’t you ever believe me?” I ask. “It was a mistake. I didn’t know he would do that. Joshua kissed me.” My knuckles caress his cheek. “You know when I am lying,” I whisper