Carly
I drove to Laramie, and I hated being home. It wasn’t the place; it was the people. Since I’d gone to study in Colorado, I’d been happy. I was away from my parents and able to live my own life, away from the memories that wouldn’t leave me alone when I came home, and free to keep as many secrets as I liked.
When I parked in front of my parents’ new house, my stomach tightened in a knot of nerves. They had moved since it was just the two of them— they’d figure I wouldn’t come home for good again— and didn’t need a big house anymore. I hadn’t known that they’d moved in right next door to the home where Brad had grown up.
God, what a mess. It was almost like fate wouldn’t let me forget about him for a single moment. If he wasn’t on television, reminding me of his existence, my parent
