The following day, Tanner drove Jacob and me into town. It was the first time I’d actually been to the town square. The square had a fountain in the middle and was covered with gray bricks. Due to it being summer now, people were out and about, taking pictures and chatting by the fountain. Jacob and I held hands as we meandered through the square, watching the people. When we passed a group, they would stop their conversation to stare at us.
“There’s the doughnut stand,” I told Jacob, pointing.
We wandered across the square to the little cart Mr. Ortiz was selling doughnuts from. The older man’s face brightened when we approached, showing his wrinkles as he smiled at us. There was a family in front of us with two small children. The little girl was pulling on her mother’s ski
