Reminders of Him Colleen Hoover EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Author Name: Colleen Hoover
- Book Genre: Adult, Adult Fiction, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, Drama, Fiction, New Adult, Romance, Womens Fiction
- ISBN # 9781542025607
- Edition Language: English
- Date of Publication: 2022-1-18
- File Format: PDF / EPUB
- PDF / EPUB Size: 3 MB
There’s a small wooden cross staked into the ground on the
side of the road with the date of his death written on it.
Scotty would hate it. I bet his mother put it there.
“Can you pull over?”
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The driver slows down and brings the cab to a stop. I get
out and walk back to where the cross is. I shake it side to side
until the dirt loosens around it, and then I pull it out of the
ground.
Did he die in this very spot? Or did he die in the road?
I didn’t pay attention to the details during the pretrial.
When I heard he had crawled several yards away from the car,
I started humming so I wouldn’t hear anything else the
prosecutor said. Then, to avoid having to sit through details if
the case went to trial, I pleaded guilty.
Because technically, I was.
I may not have killed him with my actions, but I definitely
killed him with my inaction.
I thought you were dead, Scotty. But dead people can’t
crawl.
I walk back to the cab with the cross in hand. I set it on
the back seat next to me and wait for the driver to pull back
onto the road, but he doesn’t. I glance at him in the rearview
mirror, and he’s staring at me with a raised brow.
“Stealing roadside memorials has to be some kind of bad
karma. You sure you want to take that?”
I look away from him and lie. “Yes. I’m the one who put it
there.” I can still feel him staring at me as he pulls back onto
the road.
My new apartment is only two miles from here, but it’s in
the opposite direction from where I used to live. I don’t have a
car, so I decided to find a place closer to downtown this time
so I can walk to work. If I can even find a job. It’ll be difficult
with my history and lack of experience. And, according to the
cabdriver, the bad karma I’m probably carrying around right
now.
Stealing Scotty’s memorial might be bad karma, but one
could argue that leaving a memorial up for a guy who verbally
expressed his hatred for roadside memorials could be bad
karma as well. That’s why I had the driver take the detour
down this back road. I knew Grace probably left something at
the location of the wreck, and I felt I owed it to Scotty to
remove it.
“Cash or card?” the driver asks.
I look at the meter and pull cash and a tip out of my purse
and hand it to him after he parks. Then I grab my suitcase and
the wooden cross I just stole and make my way out of the cab
and up to the building.
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