*Shelby*

The rocks crunched under my feet as I made my way to the end of the gravel drive. The warm wind tickled my face and teased strands of hair out of my messy bun. It has become my signature style these days since I was sick so frequently.

My heart swelled as I watched a black car with tinted windows driving down the long road toward the beach house. I felt horrible for the way I had pushed Michael away these past few days. I knew that he was hurting just as ...