Her head whipped up, and her watery eyes met mine. “Tell me again. Why were you with Avery?”
I raked a hand across my face and realized two things. One, I still needed to shave. Second, I was still unsure how I ended up with the girl.
“So much about that night remains a blur.”
“Do you remember anything?” she urged.
I rested my forearms on my thighs. “Honestly, Ximena, I don’t. The only thing I recall is waking up in my car. I went to Albuquerque the next day.”
“The reason why we weren’t together that night,” she reminded me. “Otherwise, you would have been at the house. Papa was a stickler about curfew.”
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