Devan
“I'm going to go get a few things from my car," I announce to my family who all seem disinterested. I peek over my shoulder to see if I'm being watched before I head toward the door, following Justin. As I debate calling to him, the screen door behind me slams, and he turns. My steps slow as he grins in the moonlight.
The floodlight near the garage comes on, bathing us both in bright illumination. And in that moment, I worry that I am being too forward. Maybe I should have stayed indoors.
Without a word, Justin steps from the bubble of light into the shadows at the end of the garage. Before he disappears, I see him tip his head for me to follow. I take one last look back at the house. The kitchen windows are open to the spring breeze. They're filled with a golden light, yet no on
