~Maeve~
My breath stills for a minute when my brother’s voice rings through my ears, my movements slow and muddled. Dylan is letting go of me, already looking over my shoulder at what I think is the looming dark figure of Joshua Markey. Finally stepping back from Dylan’s flushed body, I slowly pivot to meet my brother’s eyes. He is standing there close to his car, his hands shoved into his black puffer jacket, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head.
“Maeve?” he calls again as if to make sure that it is me. I’m sure he knows it is me. He just needs me to acknowledge him.
“Hey. It’s me,” I call back, slowly trudging towards him with Dylan close at my heels. When I am close enough to Josh, he pulls me into a hug and I am not sure what is the look that he is passing Dylan
