Caden
The street is quiet when I kill the engine. I park farther down than usual, out of view of her driveway, and step out into the night.It’s cooler than earlier, and the quiet makes even small sounds feel louder.” I don’t rush, because there’s no need. I already know exactly where she’ll be.
I stick to the sidewalk and cut across the lawn once I’m close enough. Her window’s already cracked, soft lamplight spilling onto the bushes just below it. It’s the last one on the left—front of the house, same as always. I keep low and step into the shadow of the wall, quiet as ever. She’s on the phone.
“I just felt stupid today,” she says, her voice tired. “I don’t even remember spacing out, one second I was there, the next…”
Sutton’s voice filters faintly through the speaker. Lia nods, even t
