Heather had been right, everything was dead. Since it was spring, the pumpkin patch looked like a large patch of grass with fenced off fields and nothing in them. Still, the space was vast and beautiful; plus there were mountains off in the distance where the sun would set. It would be picture perfect, just like Heather wanted.
What wasn't picture perfect, though, was the fact that as we were walking up to greet the manager, I was sandwiched in between Finn and Caleb. The silence around us normally wouldn't have been uncomfortable, but I felt like I couldn't breathe.
After a few painfully quiet moments, Caleb was already walking faster than both Finn and I, and he was half up the hill to where Heather and Mason were in no time.
That left just Finn and I.
I familiar feeling surged thr
