The ride to the lounge was quiet. Genevieve leaned her head against the window and stared outside without really seeing anything.
The trees looked like green blurs. The cars on the road looked like toys. Her heart still felt heavy, like a rock was sitting inside her chest.
How could she be feeling this way when she had only met him four days ago? Why was she feeling this way when she knew deep down that he wasn't hers, and the only reason he was being this way to her was because he believed she was Dawn?
Would he still like her or be friends with her if he finds out she was the daughter of the man who had stolen everything from his friend, Dawn? Would he want to have anything to do with her if he got to know she was the daughter of prostitute and drug addict and not Kimberly Moore's daughter?
Why did she have to stupidly feel this way about him?
Jamal kept glancing at her through the mirror as he drove carefully, giving her space.
