Savage

Late June

“You still have this old truck?” Malone laughs as she comes out of her childhood home, laughing when she sees the same truck I picked her up in for our first date. This Chevy has seen a lot, seen me through a lot.

“I do.” I wave at her parents as she walks down the steps. They’re peeking out of the front door, obviously spying on us. She comes to a stop at the passenger side door. “It’s got almost four-hundred thousand miles on it and a ...