Chapter 8
‘We’re here,’ said Scott, speaking for the first time since we’d left my parents’ house.
I kept my sunglasses on as I got out of the car, not sure what to do with my hands as I waited for him to come around and lead me to the front door. His strong hand grasped mine, our fingers entwining as he gave a low commentary on where we were and what was ahead of me so I wouldn’t stumble.
I still wasn’t used to being led around, but he made it feel less awkward, more like a friendly gesture rather than a chore. He gently steered me along a concrete path, an arm around my back, and positioned me in front of the door.
He knocked three times and then let go of my waist to hold my hand. I was grateful for his constant support. I was out of my element, about to meet people with strange abi
