Nash
Something was wrong.
Throughout my date with Daphne, I kept getting this feeling. It was like a dark and desolate wave that would crash on me, and then slowly recede.
At first, I thought the feelings were coming from within me, but that didn’t make sense. The date had gone perfectly. Daphne wanted to get to know me, and I had done my best to show her the “real” Nash Turner.
I knew she was skeptical about the gun at first, but by the time we were done, she handled the Glock like a pro. She had fun, I had fun, so why did I keep getting hit with this profound sense of hopelessness?
We were about halfway through dinner when I finally figured it out. It wasn’t coming from me. It was coming from Louis.
Once I was aware of what it was and who it was coming from, it only seem
