Chapter 33

• REBECCA
• Lynda and I found ourselves seated next to each other, creating an atmosphere of companionship despite our divergent activities. While Lynda focused on meticulously painting her toenails a rich shade of deep red, my attempt to immerse myself in a book was an exercise in futility. The words on the page remained distant and indistinct, overshadowed by a persistent preoccupation.
• My thoughts continually circled back to Artemy.