Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 25

She hadn't changed much in five years; still had the silky brownish blonde hair that went down past her shoulders, the same dimples, the same gleam in her eyes. But I was letting my mind wander too much.

"Well," I said, dragging the word out to three or four syllables, "someone is looking for you."

She got a funny look and tilted her head, "Who might that be?"

"Todd Silver."

I let that sink in for a moment, and continued. "He still loves you but he didn't know where to find you."

Her gaze left the apartment for the past...