Later that day, I’m home and safe, away from burglar rogues and in my family's kitchen, scrounging through the fridge for something to eat. I had walked Jamie home, because she was still feeling a little skittish after the day’s previous events and hadn’t wanted to go alone.
When we’d parted ways, I’d made sure to give her a long hug, because I knew from my past experience I wouldn’t be seeing too much of her from now on. We’d call on birthdays and holidays for a few years, but eventually like all childhood friends, we’d drift apart as our lives and schedules changed. Maybe this time around I should take the time to actually make sure we hang out more often. I loved Jamie, and wouldn’t mind having someone I could trust around. The only real reason we’d gone no contact was because I’d had
