Marissa

I saw my 18-year-old neighbor every night in her window, watching. Hiding behind that hoodie like no one could see how badly she wanted to be wanted.Marissa thought she was invisible. But I noticed everything. The way her eyes lingered. The way her hand moved between her legs when she thought no one could tell.She didn't know what to do with attention. With praise.But when she stepped into my gara...