Chapter Six
Weston
The woman jolts upright at the sound of my voice, still rubbing her tired eyes.
Has she actually been sleeping in front of the park exit this entire time? Yes, of course, she spent the evening here. There’s no doubt I only missed her arrival, having entered the park before her.
She glances at me and stands, her words defensive. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave.”
I approach her cautiously, aware she believes I’m kicking her out as I say, “No, don’t go.”
She pauses, takes another look at me, and grins while pointing at my T-shirt. “You’re one of the volunteers at the new shelter. Thank you.”
“I am.” I grin back at her, not knowing what to say despite the fact I’ve spent the last week seeking her out. “You’re welcome.”
She blushes and lowers her gaze, suddenly focused on brus
