Since being dumped off at her parents house and living through their temptations as an object to exploit, Renee began obsessing over her past.
There had to be a way to get out of her present. There had to be a way for them to forget her.
They did once and she got as far as the school for months.
… What’s different now?
… Why can’t I shake this?
“Renee?” Mr. Andren called her
His voice sounded like a whisper; a faint memory of what was. A teacher that could have acted as a guardian, guiding her to a future just out of reach.
Renee’s thought process slowly shifted back into gear, puzzling out why anyone would want to talk to her now.
“Can I speak with you?” he asked, actually waiting for her answer.
Her eyes darted to his, peeling away from the fog of thought that clouded her ju
