*Juliet*

My hair is soaked and dripping down my back as I pull out of the driveway. I tried to dry it off when I was changing in the bathroom but I just felt so awkward with Logan in the next room waiting for me.

I drum my fingers on my steering wheel as I head into town. The local donation center is on the way to the hardware store so I stop there first. A woman comes out with a large bin for me to put my donations into. I start to unload my trunk ...