Fighting for Mine

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.”