Chapter 17
All these years, Shay believed he never had come for her. Believed that when she’d walked away from him that summer, he hadn’t thought about her every waking moment until he couldn’t take it a second longer.
October, seventeen years ago, the leaves had lit the sky ablaze in hues of yellow, red and orange. The vibrant green had gone along with Shay. She had been gone for two months, and he was forgetting the way she’d smelled and how her lips had felt pressed against his. Those little details had kept him going, but without them he’d felt lost. Like a part of him had been ripped away.
He’d been supposed to help his dad out on the farm that morning, but instead he’d hopped in his car and had driven nonstop until there were less and less trees. The buildings had gotten taller an
