A Few Days Later
It’s freezing out here. Not a single flash of headlights to be seen anywhere in the neighborhood. The street is so quiet it almost feels abandoned, except for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant call of some night creature breaking the silence.
There I am—standing half-asleep, half-awake—stuck somewhere between reality and whatever strange dream I just crawled out of.
Uh?
I rub my eyes, thinking maybe my brain’s playing games with me. But when I look up again… nope. Definitely not a dream.
He’s still there.
Standing in front of me with those judging eyes like I’m some kind of criminal.
It’s finally the weekend, and you wouldn’t guess who decides to show up at exactly five-thirty in the morning—when the sun’s barely peeking over the horizon.
Lucas.
Righ
