Caleb's P.O.V.
My hands hadn't stopped shaking.
Even after the long drive, even after blasting the radio with some pathetic distraction, Iris’s voice echoed in my mind like a warning bell.
"You don’t get to sneak in here." "What are you doing, Caleb?"
I gripped the steering wheel harder.
It didn’t matter.
She wouldn’t tell anyone. She was startled, emotional. But she was a kid. She wouldn’t understand what I was trying to do. What I had to do.
The sun was beginning to dip, casting long, golden streaks across the town of Crescent Hollow. Bailey’s Diner sat on the outskirts, a quiet corner where secrets went to stretch their legs. The sign flickered with one dead bulb, just like always.
Veronica had told me to come alone. That wasn’t unusual.
What was unusual was the change in venue
