Cheryl
I was sitting on my favorite bench—the comfiest one in the park. It always broke my heart when I saw someone else on it, but today, it was all mine. That made me happy.
My books were spread out in front of me as I studied for my tests, but a nagging thought kept creeping into the back of my mind.
My birthday was coming up.
Yikes.
I couldn't believe I was about to turn twenty-one.
I missed being eighteen.
The sun was starting to set, so I decided to pack up and head home. Anna had promised to bring back food from her parents' place. I neatly tucked my books into my bag, then slid my headphones down to my neck.
That was when I heard footsteps.
I looked up—and froze.
By the road, parked like something out of a dream—or a nightmare—was Mr. Han’s car.
And walking toward me wa
