Chapter 48

I go back to check when she tweeted. Thirteen minutes ago. I decide to sent her a direct message. When you make some confession at thirteen to a total stranger you never imagine at some point in the future that innocent confession will be the beginning of the end. Petra, was her name. I meet her at the streets months after our house was burned down. I was angry and mourning. I just needed to let it all out. She was a meth addict, never sober. I told her everything, She nicknamed me sourhoney. I just needed someone to talk to and I was sure she would not remember the next day. And there's only one way to see if she remembers. I message her; Do you remember me? The reply is instantly, of course, sourhoney. Oh shit! "We are almost done," Quinn says to me. I shake my absent mindedly focused on my phone. I decide to play it cool to see how much she remembers, How are you? Petra: Am clean now, and started my own  rehab center. Are yo