RIVER

I am standing on the porch outside Elise and Lana's apartment, clutching the handle of my suitcase tightly.

I sighted Caleb's red convertible from a distance as he rolled up beside me. He got down and helped me with my suitcase.

It was just two nights, but I had overpacked because I was not sure what I was going to need, and I didn't want to have to run around in case I needed it.

Caleb was in a pair of jeans and a crisp white shirt that looked like it had been sundried and then ironed ...