Matt

July-Two Years Ago

Cara paced the beach under the pier in pouty strides, pure pissed off vibes shooting into the night.

I watched her, determined not to give into her this time. Tomorrow, I'd be heading back home to Greensboro, and I wasn't leaving things like this between us. She was beginning to come down off her high, her hands shaking, and I braced myself for the sharp lash of her tongue.

Slowly, I drew in salt-tinged air and struggled for ...