chapter eight
MORGAN
I stalk toward the group. The breeze tickles my hair and blows it forward, obstructing my view.
It fits my mood. I feel unbalanced and unsure. My conversation with Will (if our exchange can even be called such a thing) shook me up.
I’d gotten no real answers from him and though I suspect that simply being in the car was a huge strain for the big guy, I can’t quite figure him out.
Charlie, Izzy, Jace and Trey are frozen in position and staring my way. I pull up short and glance behind me, wondering what’s got their attention.
Will is a few paces away and he easily catches up with me. I glance back at his friends. Trey’s jaw is a few feet away from the sandy park floor.
“Why are they staring?” I whisper as we walk side by side… except for the healthy dose of space
