Christie

As we walked back toward the house, Colton kept his arm hooked around my shoulders; I felt warmer everywhere our bodies touched.

I kept thinking about what he’d told me in the orchard—about his mom losing herself after the divorce and how she was finally “glowing” because of my dad.

It made the guilt twist in my gut. I’d been so busy being the victim of this move that I hadn’t even considered that Sarah was just a person trying to be happy again.

The second we stepped ...