Ace
The week flew by. After talking with Kade, I tried calling Kayla, but she ignored me. Also, I wrote some messages, thinking that maybe she couldn’t answer, but I didn’t get any news back. It was torture. The ache in my heart grew with every passing day and I was restless. Something was coming, maybe the full moon was making me sensitive.
My thoughts were scattered in all places and by Wednesday I pushed away my anxiety and, after work, stood near Kayla’s home with two cups of coffee. I was glad that Delilah knew what Kayla liked and, exhaling deeply, I stepped onto the porch.
Dark wooden panels glistened in the harsh sun and, with a shaky breath, I knocked on the door. My bronze knuckles against the white wood door looked ominous and I quickly jerked my hand away and shoved it into
