❀ Clark ❀
The gravel crunched under my boots as I walked up the familiar path to my parents' house. The place looked exactly the same. The porch swing still creaked in the breeze. The rose bushes that my Mom babied were in full bloom, a soft pink explosion of petals that framed the steps. It was quiet, peaceful, and for some reason, it made my chest tighten. I knocked on the front door out of habit, even though I had a key. A moment later, my Mom opened the door. She looked surprised to see me standing there with my hands in my jacket pockets.
"Clark," she said as she stepped back. "This is a nice surprise. Your Dad’s not home. He went fishing with the Hendricks boys this morning,"
"I know," I said as I stepped inside. "I actually came to see you," she raised an eyebrow.
"Just me? I m
