8. 1994

"And did you?"

"What?" Bunny asks, tipping her head to the right.

"Enjoy your evening?" A smile washes across her face then, one that can only be described as pained—grim. So similar to the others I've seen from her so far, except this one feels different. The air in the room vanishes so suddenly it steals my ability to breathe. Chills replace the dryness of my skin, breaking me out in a cold sweat while her eyes assess the bare floor.

To my left, I share a glance with Officer Cyrus, expecting his expression to match my down-turned lips, but no. Cyrus stares at Bunny with nothing but love—support. So overwhelming it touches my soul, too.

"I did. At least until night fell."