Aria’s POV
Five times. Five times I called Jess and it went straight to voicemail. Where on earth was she that she was willing to miss my first and possibly last day of freedom? I grunted as I slid my phone into my back pocket, annoyed. Here I was, off for the day and ready to call the man of my dreams, or nightmares, whatever and my best friend was nowhere to be found! Typical!
I was sitting crossed legged on the ground in my favorite place, Duffy Park. I’d always loved it here because it is where our little suburban town ends, giving way to the forest and mountains beyond. As a little girl, I’m sure I climbed each tree a thousand times. As a teenager, I have found solace underneath my favorite oak tree, the one where Jessica and I first met and the largest one in the park. That’s wher
