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told you no one visits me here. She’s got dementia really bad. She’s not doing too good. It
wouldn’t surprise me if she didn’t remember me at all anymore,” Emry said.
    I was horrified by his words. Not remember him? How could someone forget Emry Logan? He
hadn’t said one impolite word to me the entire time I’d been sitting here. He was trapped and all
alone, and I just couldn’t wrap my mind around someone forgetting all about him.
A big heavy door slammed shut on the other side of the room. A police officer came stomping in.
“One minute!” he shouted out to all of us.
    I glanced back at Emry, panic settling in my eyes. He realized that I didn’t want to go and smiled.
“This won’t be the last time we talk, is it?” I quickly blurted out. I must be losing my mind.
I heard him chuckle into the phone. He seemed genuinely delighted by my comment. “That all
depends on you, my dear.”
     
“I hate this plastic screen thing. It makes me feel like a prisoner, too,” I said, wrinkling up my nose
to show him my disgust.
    Emry’s smile faded and he looked down, his sadness returning.
“I’m sorry you’re here,” he whispered. “This is a terrible place for you to be.”
“I’m here because I want to be.”
“Can I write to you?” he asked.
I saw most of the people around me already standing up and heading toward the door, their
conversations already ended.
    “It’s probably not the best idea,” I warned him. “I’ll come back though, if you want me to.” Our
eyes met.
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Time’s up.” The officer took a step my way.
     
“Goodbye, Emry Logan.” I forced myself to smile as I hung up the phone, but my heart felt heavy
and I didn’t want to go. I had barely found anything out.

Chapter 3
    The next week went by painfully slow. Every waking thought I had belonged to Emry Logan. It
became apparent to me that I was becoming obsessed. Obsessed with finding out about him, why he
was in jail, the next time I would see him and all about his life. It was exhilarating yet exhausting at
the same time. And then I started to feel depressed again. Winter was still trying to move in. The air
remained brisk and cold but snow had yet to remain on the ground. I didn’t know when I would be
able to see him again. My mood was altered by the moment. I was hoping my family wouldn’t be able
to notice the changes in me, though I had my doubts. It felt as if I jumped at any little question they
asked me, fearing that they thought something was off. I was fearful that they’d start asking me
questions about my emotions, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to handle those questions, or
more specifically, handle the lies that I knew I would tell them.
    I walked through the motions of every day like I was supposed to, like what was expected of me,
but my mind was never where I was. I was constantly picking at my brain and plotting my next move,
but I had to be so careful. I couldn’t keep going down to the jail every day to talk to Emry. I couldn’t
be Amy Wright. No one ever visited Emry and for his sister to suddenly show up and be there all the
time would be a dead giveaway. I was going to get caught if I wasn’t cautious, and I wasn’t sure how
to do that quite yet.
    Buck was on my mind as well. He was the one that would recognize me immediately if he saw me
at the prison. I was trying to think of a way to get around Buck. I had to memorize his schedule, and
the only way I knew how I could do that was to actually get to know Buck better as a friend. I wasn’t
very good at female friendships let alone having one with a male. I didn’t really know how to go
about it exactly. Everything seemed so risky. I felt caged in, a prisoner in my own house, just like
Emry. I felt so helpless. Why did things have to be so difficult? Furthermore, I kept questioning over
and over again why I was so focused on the very thought of Emry Logan. After hours and days of
tearing myself up