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We follow.
Tad doesn’t speak to me, but through our connection, that tug at the core of my being, I can feel his anger. Sweet and hot, blaring off his skin, the emotion is complicated.
Ask me, his anger seems to accuse. Include me! Before you make a decision that threatens your life. We’re a team, aren’t we?
We walk side by side, and I don’t feel like a team. I feel a hundred frozen miles away from him.
Across the mall grass, green and squishy from regular watering, we skirt around the snow-maker and then penetrate the historic district. Gray, fort-like buildings crowd the narrowing, cobbled roads, constructed during the Spanish period. This part of Sand Dollar is even more touristy.
We hike up the town’s only hill to the original square. Across from the old chur
