Deer season is like a holiday in Athens. This is one of the 4,724 reasons I want to escape this town.

One by one, our friends step onto the porch, down the steps, and make their way to the barn. The faint strains of guitar drift from the front. I places a kiss upon Adrian’s cheek before I follow the path of those before me.

As I descend the farmhouse steps, I realize I am walking toward the makeshift altar where Hamilton will be standing with Winston and the guys. I try my ...