Chapter 32

　　Debbie.

　　"What are you doing here?" he asked.

　　I heard it—the question—but not quite, because… my eyes. They somehow had totally refused to get off the solid wall in front of me.

　　There were tattoos, a few write-ups on his arm. But it was nothing like Rex's.

　　"Debbs," he called again. And I sn...