Fifteen
Cody
The small, rundown trailer my uncle and I shared was dark when I finally rolled the truck into the yard. Good thing because that meant he was sleeping and I really didn’t want to explain why my clothes were wet. Though all I had to do was mention Seth Baker’s name and he’d know what happened without another word from me.
I sat on the front door steps, leaning against the door. I gazed down at Cassie’s pink sweater. My rough hands, calloused from doing odd jobs at the surrounding ranches, held it tenderly. It was so soft, just like her.
I stroked the sweater, remembering the feel of Cassie’s warm, velvety skin against my hand. I don’t know what possessed me when I touched her neck like that. Maybe it was all the beer I drank. Maybe it was watching Nic go for the girl he wan
