I explain to Ethan what happened with the man as I try and remember where he might have lived. The memory is vauge, mainly because I wanted so hard to forget it. Surprisingly Ethan doesnt overreact and takes what I’m telling him calmly. I feel better now that Ethan knows everything. I’m still craving weird things, but I have that and my mood swings under control.

“Is this it?” Ethan asks. I’m trying to retrace my steps, and this is where I remember getting picked up. I dont remember everything as clear, because my tears were blurring, but I can recognize this.

“I think,” I say. Suddenly the flashbacks swarm back and I must look hurt or something because Ethan is quick to hold me. God must’ve been having fun torturing me, because as if on cue, the same car that burns in my memory slows down in front of us.

“Hey baby,” the man puts down his window, “I’ve been looking for you, for weeks now, what happened?”

“You’re the bastard?” Ethan says as he walks up to the car and punches the guy.