Dylan stared into the field that separated the tack house from the Lewis property. He couldn’t see the house or the garage light that came on at dusk. If not for the similar light on the eave above him, he wouldn’t be able to see the field. A moonless sky left the world below it dark.
The wind whipped his hair about his face as he stood under the roof’s overhang. He didn’t mind the air or the warmth he found within it. The mild weather was the reason he’d spent the last hour outside.
The hinge on the screen door whined when Simone pushed it open and stepped outside. He didn’t hold her gaze long when she sauntered his way.
“Glad to see you’re still here,” she said.
Dylan scoffed. “Where else would I go? Everyone in that house hates me.”
“They don’t hate you. They’re worried.” She place
