Chapter 17 Unforgettable

• Marcie
• For real, I text Ben, I need to know where we’re going so I can get dressed.
• With the message sent, I return to pacing back and forth in my room. I’m going to wear a track in the carpet, but it’s 5:15, half an hour before Ben’s supposed to pick me up for our second date, and he still won’t tell me where we’re going. I told him to pick me up because hiding where I live from him was crazy, and I’m not crazy.