#loralie

     Jett spent the entire drive home fighting off the nausea rising in his gut; guilt over what he’d said to Dee, over how upset she’d seemed, and then dread over the inevitable conversation he’d have with Loralie when he got home. He’d left. He’d left to better himself and Loralie had owed him nothing. If she hadn’t looked for him, he couldn’t blame her, but she said she had, she said it’d been her goal, she’d said it was part of why she hooked up with the Government in the first place, even if he hadn’t agreed. Only there was Marlon Presley. There was the pride she felt. There was ignorance is bliss and the strain that statement left in its wake was suffocating, a sickening, acidic concoction flooding his insides until…