“So.” Amy started. “What’s up?”
It has been less than five times since I have come face to face with Amy. But it is still a weird thing to see someone who looks so much like me, yet it nothing like me at all. Her body language screams something sinister to me. Her eyes try to hold back her intent. But it’s impossible for her to hide just how much she wants to fuck shit up.
“Nervous?” Amy asked.
“Look, I only came here to go back and see something from the past.”
“For real? Why the hell would you want to do that?”
“I know, it sounds crazy. But it’s something that I have to do.”
“You have to do it? Or are you simply looking to twist the knife in that cut of yours?”
“What are you saying?”
“Fiorella, how would you describe your past.”