HAYDEN

I got off the truck back into the heat of early July, my duffel slung over my shoulder and my body still humming with the mix of exhaustion and adrenaline from the cabin trip. Jason and Logan were behind me, still arguing about who cheated at cards on the last night, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.

It was on Coleen.

I hadn’t seen her in over a week, and while we texted and called, it wasn’t the same as seeing her face, hearing her laugh without a phone muffling it, or ...