“I think I’m cursed,” Mel says as she slips another form-fitting dress over her narrow hips. “Of all days, he picks Friday the 13th for our first date. I mean, what does that even mean?”
“That he wants to go out with you.” Which is more than I can say for myself. Hungover, still leery of tight spaces. The only reason I can think of for why she’s dragged me into this fitting room with her is to show off a body I’ve always been envious of.
Yet she says she’s cursed.
I don’t tell her about last night. I’d rather forget it ever happened. But the truth is… Even as I try to push it from my mind, I can’t help but get this sinking feeling…
That I left someone down there to die.
Stay tuned for “G” tomorrow, and next Friday (the 13th) to see how Mel’s date goes! 😉