Hillary
“So when are you leaving?” I ask Ben, taking off my seat belt as he parks his car at home.
“Chasing me away so soon?” He shoots back playfully.
“Of course not, I just want to know how much time you’d be spending here. Maybe I could take you out too, show you places I went growing up too,” I tell him, climbing out of the car.
I go to grab my stuff from the back seat when I notice my mom’s face pressed against the window as if she’s spying, so I just wave, but she frowns instead.
What?
“Is someone there?” Ben squints blindly at the gazebo in between Georgia’s house and mine. Poor blind boy. It’s dark, but I can still make out Leo and Georgia. Leo’s head is thrown backward, and Georgia is—bouncing?
“Is she? Are they?”
Ben puts a hand over my eyes and just turns me toward my f
