“I should have never gone down that rabbit hole.”

I didn’t realize at the time she literally meant it. I had assumed it involved her relationship with that guy.

I hated him. He was untrustworthy, not loyal, and just all around terrible. But Rusty (as I had nicknamed her) had a knack for getting into trouble, especially with guys.

“Yeah... he was terrible.” I said, glad they weren’t together anymore. They hadn’t lasted a week, but I hated him the moment we met.

I was protective of her, and wished she hadn’t dated him. At least it was over.

“What?” She asked. “What are you talking about?”

“The same thing you were?” I responded, frowning at her.

“Wait.. so you weren’t talking about the fact we both fell down a rabbit hole the other night?” Rusty’s eyes widened.

“Of course not. Rusty, cmon, stop being dumb.”

“Theo. I’m serious. You don’t remember?”

“Rusty, you know I work Friday nights.”

I watched her face grow pale, and she suddenly grew very anxious. “Then who was with me when I fell down the rabbit hole?”