The address Claire had given Mitch sounded familiar to him, but he had been unable to place why. When Mitch arrived and parked at the side of the house, he understood why. He had been there when he was younger for parties. They were the kind of party he did not take Callie to even though they were dating then. Mitch remembered the girl who lived there as a rather plain brunette without much personality, but she did have good parties in that basement.
Mitch was smiling as he exited his truck. He was thinking about some of the girls he had hooked up with at those parties. When Mitch rounded the front of his truck, he saw a familiar face. It was the brunette he remembered. Her face was more defined, and she had thinned with age, but there was no doubt it was her.
“Claire?” Mitch grinned as
