Chapter Twenty-Seven
It was August by the time Casey finally found herself driving up to the large powder-blue house with a matching sign hanging out front.
She had told herself—and Lee, and Geller, and anyone else who asked—that she was too busy running the camp during the busy summer season to make it out to Route 216. But the truth was that she had been avoiding the visit for as long as she could stand it.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see Ben—far from it. It was that she wanted to not want to see him. She wanted to be over him, plain and simple. That way it wouldn’t bother her one way or another what he did. The business could flop and he could leave. Or the business could be so wildly successful that he’d want to expand...and then leave. Any number of factors might cause him to
