Chapter Ten
Emma
The wind picked up and a sheet of gray clouds moved in across the horizon. We were about to get a nasty storm. I could smell the rain approaching as I sat on the balcony. Thankfully, it wasn’t hurricane season.
Scouring through my notepad, I finally landed on one from my past. It was one Preston and I wrote together but never got a chance to perform. Seeing it reminded me of the place we’d go to in Boone, where we’d picnic and just get away. It was the place we’d go to think up new songs. And before he disappeared, we’d spent the day there, writing this particular song.
Thinking about how he acted this afternoon, I wondered what in the hell was going on? One minute, Preston was a gigantic a*s and now he was trying to keep me safe? It was like I was in a twilight zone.
