“A well-known one apparently,” I retorted with optimistic sarcasm.
The last time I was at their place in town, I never picked up on this flock of cars. Whose were they? It was Springville after all.
However, the more I stepped down, the more I realized I recognized some of those cars in waiting. And, as if called upon by my fears, I watched the boy of my nightmare climb down a black G-wagon.
Higan Sinclair.
I halted my steps as my heart stilled. I hadn't seen him in so long yet suddenly he was right in front of me. The slithery discomfort coiled in my chest like a snake as I watched Higan step closer.
Even after months, my body still betrayed me. My heart stilled, then stuttered, as if caught in a moment it had long since lost the right to care about. I forced my breath to even out,
