Sadie’s POV
The evening wore on. The sun went down behind the horizon and only string lighting above provided illumination in the shape of a warm glow of amber. Fewer people were around now because many families started to take their children home.
Taylor had left by then, disappearing with Chloe, I told myself I wasn't looking for him. I was looking for Lily, having run off with Ethan and some other kids that I didn't know.
Lily sat in front of some teenager, who was painting a butterfly on her face. Ethan was sitting next to her getting a painting of a dinosaur on his arm. Both were comparing their faces in the same critical way as true artists do.
I propped up against some hay bale and watched them while enjoying the noise around. And for a second — a second — I almost felt the sen
