Chapter Thirty - Eight

ALEXIS’ POV

I couldn’t bring myself to speak with Max. After a few minutes of awkward silence, I said, “Can you put on the radio?”

He obliged and turned it on. I allowed myself get lost in the song being played over the radio and turned, looking out the window, making it known that I wasn’t read to have any conversation with Max. I knew it wasn’t his fault but then, I just couldn’t help feeling the way I did. I just wanted to crawl into an hole and get buried in it forever.

I couldn’t believe it, Hannah was gone. Hannah was gone. It was true. I’d seen her lying lifeless on the gurney in the morgue. I imagined that my phone would ring and it’d be her calling to tell me that it was joke that she was alive. Many questions were playing in my mind; how had she died? Where was Cody her boyfriend? Was I supposed to call him? Why had Hannah been found where I overhead that she had been found? Why was my name and number written on a paper on her?

There were so many questions and yet I was re